better boys we were
admittedly
silken shirts made us touchable
and sensitive to the colours of the day
but wasn't the grass much greener?
the lake's water much warmer to our nakedness?
our tears much friendlier to us all?
the blinding sun sinking into the ocean
weren't we thinking about the future?
yet dreaming about another night?
all this before we were back into our neck ties
and suits to carry our books back to the smiles
that were none