Sonnet to Sandy and Barry

 

More than a few Jericho-bred Michaels

Spent many days in jealousy cycles.

Green for that other Michael slouched like us,

Who were shoulder to shoulder. But he stood

Taller. How the moms fawned and the dads fussed

Over he who lit the classroom and hardwood.

We never hunched shoulders to, like Rodin,

Or men who drew life as double spiral,

Wonder how just one woman and one man

Sprung off this golden child too grand to rival.

A score passed, and now scenes of scores and passes

Melt into impressions of what you passed

To him. We studied wondrously in classes

Though you both earn the laurels for the mast.