Three years and a day apart
two boys to two parents
who both came from big families 
with lots of boys,
the names we gave the two of you 
are not found in either families’ realm,
one we chose for its lyrical sound
the other for its brief strength

Like good boomers
we kept to cultural norms
threw away the TV
and moved to the country
to the smallest county in Kentucky 
where you two ran wild in ways
that could not be done today

It’s fifty years now 
since we lived in that log cabin
at the end of a dirt road,
you each have your family
of two children that you have named
and though we have split
we stay close