Katie O'Donnell

Cracked cement courses through

The grass, leading to the trails of my

Peaking imagination. Parks and friends

Await beyond, as we peddle our bikes

Into our growing nostalgia, dashing

And darting, dallying and dawdling,

Driving our bikes through the sidewalks.

When the sun paints the sky

A sweet tangerine, the wheels

Still spin on the bike left

In the grass, beside

The cracked cement.