the boy on the trampoline

you really should get curtains,
I remember telling her
as I watched the strange boy
next door
jumping on his trampoline,
looking into her second story
bedroom window.
the sun poured in as she rubbed
her eyes, pulling the blanket

over her bare legs,
she looked over at the wide
red face of the boy
as it came bouncing into view
then held her hand up to wave.
and he in return waved back

on the next bounce up, smiling.