Cloudless Skies:

Should I compare fig trees to a summer day?

A two seater bike, hidden in grass

chain guard off, driveway downward latitude:

Humidity causes wavy hair locks unruly,

Truly sunscreen drips from brow,

eyes squint all too short of a escape;

Sometimes heat beats down, as metal handle bars shines,

And often his bright ideas, complex

were winged;

And every right from left out of sync

crashes confines,

By pedaling or stopping changing course palms, chins, skinned;

But these dirt roads of summer, unlike jeans will never fade;

Nor lose daylight of that Oak street;

Nor will death defying stunts brag, wheels wobble in Pines shade,

Wherein the summer solstice sun reaches its highest:

So long as we can tilt, or eyes can see the sun doesn’t rise,

So long live two-seater bike rides,

bringer of endless smiles to cloudless skies.