21: My Favorite Time to Ride a Bike as a Kid
before a storm
in the weight of summer
the winds would roll in
leaves showing
white bellies
like some beast
submitting
I'd peddle hard
pretend that
a force of nature
could match my speed
thinking that if I could
outrun the yellow
violent swollen
clouds
there wasn't
a goddamn thing
that would ever
touch me again