All three boys were in our tree
When suddenly
At some command
They reappeared
In the front yard hammock.
And then suddenly
They were gone again;
Riding bikes, then skating
Then back to the hammock.
Just when I’d seen them
Out the front window,
I saw them laughing,
Sitting at the kitchen table
Shelling peanuts, reading comics.
Then they were off again
Back into the tree.
Little boys
Quick as starlings
Taking wing.
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