After days inside, hiding from sun
And humidity, we had energy to burn.
Before books and bed, we put on dance music
And went out back, into the perfect summer dusk,
With cow and calves grazing the grass down slope
And one sunlit, perfect cloud amidst the darker sky.
Baby on my back, we rocked as best we could,
While Joe kicked like a donkey, lively, but
Completely divorced from rhythm or sound.
Isaiah found two sticks and beat overhanging branches,
And Jadon, after a short stint jiving,
Vanished into the trees.
This was all good.
But the best moment came when,
Flying around the house, bare-chested
Abraham arrived, with his hooded monkey blanket
Streaming behind, ear-to-ear grin,
Ready to dance.
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