Boyhood’s Dream

Making mischief was how 
our lives became 
mountains kissing sky, 
how we kept trudging through mud 
and bracken at bay,
how we forgot for a time
the cruel stabs and shaming 
for being boys just alive running downstairs 
in love with freedom 
and maybe with luck one day 
there’d be a cute smiling girl 
to like us as much 
as we are made glad
by jumping off roofs 
laughing like fools 
while we tumble feet~first
into the heat of that sky.