Sticky Green Grass by Mar Pizarro
The sunset Hangs above us Stagnated In a swirl of Yellow Orange Purple And blue And if you stared at it long enough It would last forever One by one We jumped on our bikes Screaming shouting And trading insults As buzzing humidity Tickled our legs And under our ribs Where our shirts don’t reach We kick back our bicycle brakes With a definitive thunk And pedal Pedal Pedal on out and and away Down the hills Of to the green, brown and grey Past the tree with the twisty branches, The park with the worn out slide, And the pool with chip on the corner and a rate no one would pay We ride till our legs crack and creak 32
