Boys on Bikes
And the
boys on the bikes they’re
coming toward me I am
sitting on the stoop husking corn,
snapping peas and the
boys on the bikes they are
riding down the hill and I’m
standing up to wave and they’re
arriving in the driveway and I’m
asking where they’ve been when the
boys on the bikes are
coming toward me I am
my gladdest, most myself with the
bikes on either side, I am lifted up
the corn husks blowing away the
bowl of peas topples I don’t
care about the dinner I am
gorgeous in the driveway turning
from bike to bike as the
sun goes down and the
ice cream truck slides away
(originally appeared in Mudfish)
