Sticky Green Grass - Mar Pizarro

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

Till we stumble through the crisp muddy smell Till those days are over Because like the sunset It lives forever only in my head

I miss them all The sticky green grass that stuck to my legs The mosquitoes who would sneak up and sting you in every place the eye could see, But most off all I miss those afternoons, Where I’m a child once more.

Susan Aloudat