Boys on a Bus

rumbustious rivalry,
clowning for all they are worth,
jangling hormones,
uncertainty,
nerves and bravado,
the boys at the front of the bus,
huddled and pushing,
their shoulders colliding,
create a passengers nightmare

the girls look on,
full of disdainful glances,
dreaming of their brothers best friend,
the sixth former at the back,
quiet and serious
and oh, so desired

i feel a deep urge to tell them,
wait longer than that
before they awaken your heart

boys are slow in their growing
and some never know
they have that journey to make

but i only sit, making a note
in my constant notebook of life,
my smile benign

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