the trampoline boy

the strange boy
down
the street
jumps up and down
all day
on his trampoline.
his blue
eyes staring
into the trees.
wordless
and white as
flour, his arms
flap
like wings.
no one calls
him in, there are
no friends.
but you see his
mother
at the window
with her own
set of terrible
blue eyes,
tugging at her
hair, saying
something to
no one, watching
the boy jump
time and time
again.