Meeting New People

About entering the backyard, the stripling was hesitant. 

He would poke his toe out the porch door,

and sink into the outside air.

He loved it, though, the backyard. 

He loved the stones that lined 

the eastern border of his parent's property.

Each day, he would turn one over,

and trade the smooth gray

for the teeming brown,

the salamanders and weevils.