I'd love to bike real far and drop my body in a park and pant until I'm calm enough to say "I'm fine"
And know that there's another body bathing in the summer peach next to mine
Then fall asleep half eyed and dumb smiled in the breeze under a rotten orange sky
Spit in the river, watch the worst parts of me disperse; change into good, become sundried
Into the sound and then spread out, kiss a hundred fish
Never make a wish
Each day to a passerby say good day
I want to lick my lips and fly fast down a hill and cling to my wet tee shirt and sing along
With a tapping of
The summer rain; to throw my socks into the trash and find a lawn
And run through a sprinkler
Still be drinking water
Find a good field; lie down in it; count clouds, squint to their passing
Dry off in the shaking hair and pedaled motion; always up for ice cream
Feel my knee scrapes and forearms in the wind of my pedaled motion
Shoulders always warm
Never hold on tight
Each morning to the sun say good morning (and mean it)
Each night to the friend say goodnight (and mean it)