Joy

To be among this dancing glee
of radiant life of flushing flesh,
those flowing locks those long lithe limbs
this suppleness it is to me
the only life of these so fresh
to rush me into big broad grins.

There's one, just there, her shrieking voice
is shattering cut crystal glass
on dusty shelves ten miles away,
and I, near deaf, I can rejoice
as ball hits bat of that young lass
and knocks me back to yesterdays.

A group of four handstand the wall
two or three hopscotch a fine dance
the greyness from the old concrete,
I pray to God to bless 'em all
and keep 'em from boy's haphazard glance
but just for now joy is, complete.