Candy cotton inflation.

There’s some syrups and a dock, a dock to a lake in the blurry back,

It’s snow but it’s summer and there’s a tree, a pink tree, a pink fluffy clouded tree in the hand of a boy whose arm crooks a pair of shoes,

His shoes snuggled under arm, laces dangling and his other hand cups a straw and a smaller boy, a brother rises behind him, blond, and an arm arises holding the pink cloud tree of sweet sugary cotton.

Two boys in front of a lake, sno cones and cotton candy and a single thumbs up;

behind is a sign screaming sugar ice in a cone for a buck,
a buck, a buck, a dollar, a dollar a cone.

What a treat.

The younger leans into his big bro, arm around, thumb up, arm around, cotton candy birthday warrior celebrating his big bro on a summer afternoon,

a blue lake and blue sky and red cone and pink fluffy edible cotton

on a birthday day with no one in sight,
whose birthday? does it matter once the clock and calendar have done their thing?
just two buds for life, plus a

dirty pair of shoes slung under sweaty armpits

right next to the sno cone.