Ride

A hot summer that’s gone in a flash.

We ride our bikes down windy roads

Chasing down the ice cream truck

And finding stray cats under cars.

We run the stoplight,

Cars honking after us

But we don’t care.

Only pedaling ahead to the creek.

Under the cave of greenery,

The water is crisp and clean

Traveling under and over the earth

Tadpoles peaking up at the sky

Sparrows singing a sweet song

We hide in the bushes of green for hours.