Simple Summer

Running across the street 

Busied with cars 

Driven by the boys who honk your way 

Impatient in moving 

Impatient in growing up 

Laughing as you run with your friends

Hand in hand 

Fingers laced 

Yanking 

Pulling 

Laughter 

Hot spring day 

Going to the park to play 

Tummies showing 

Hair braided 

Some flowing 

Youth 

Exuberant in youth 

And adrenaline 

The little things that made you feel 

On top of the world 

In your own little town 

Because just being a kid 

Crossing the street 

Was enough fun 

To last for the summer