Faster than the spokes on my bike
As I raced through streets, alleys
And side yards, responding
To mom’s call, more certain
Than sunsets in ending the day’s
Shenanigans. Running or rolling
With Dorito dusted fingertips and
Lemonade scented breath, we had
No idea how far we would go.
My friends and I were rocks
Hewn in our own unique ways,
Thrust too soon in cold waters
We did not understand. Eventually,
We all become indiscernible, and in return
For our assimilation, we appear refined.
In being washed we have lost our edge.
In seeking less resistance, we have lost
Our luster. We no longer bike but drive
With the masses. We no longer play long
Under the streetlights, but find shelter
Whenever they come on.