• Brightly coloured kites
    caught up eagerly by the trees,
    while the wind jealously licked their tails
    urging them to come play a while longer.

    Cardboard much more than just
    pressed paper pulp, a world without
    limits the kind of which I have
    yet to experience
    beyond those superficial walls.

    Ice cream trucks
    tinkering along
    playing the songs our childhood
    fixations sprung from,
    bright bubble gum eyes
    contrasting with the
    melting face they belonged to.

    Knees
    and concrete reoccurringly
    did meet, and lessons
    remained unlearned of
    laces left untied.

    Still I don't miss those
    kool-aid stained lips,
    now replaced with colliding
    hips on a hot summers day.