Summer Loving

We walked our feet down the warm pavement,

Our rusty bikes clicking along beside us.

The sun didn’t mind us, nor us him;

There was the lake and a fridge filled with popsicles.

But as we grew

and summers got hotter, there were fewer popsicles;

The lake looked nicer when it was still.

When our bikes finally melted into the ground,

there nothing was left between us,

So we retired to a room with a fan

And cool cotton sheets.