Niles, the French kid from the boy’s home
for juvenile felons
who could pick any lock in the school,
had it
Jeanette, A+ student in the last row of geometry class,
who dashed off parallelograms on one page,
caricatures of her teachers on the next,
had it
So did Jackson, the magician
of the basketball team,
who could make a ball
do anything he asked
No amount of studying, practicing,
bribing or begging can catch it,
and for those briefly touched
who crave it more than love,
not having felt it full is
the greatest heartbreak of the soul