I chase her wheels up and down
the concrete driveway
together we dare
a figure eight out in the pebbly street
her new bike dazzles,
flashes red and gold
my hand-me-down answers
with squeaks and skids
grass, trees, houses, fence, twirling
spokes and streamers, her bright flying hair
the pink and orange plaid
of her late-summer shorts
the air shines and sparks,
the spins uncenter us
until we collide
and stop
and spin again.
