don't you remember?
remember riding down the new hot smelling pavement on your new purple mountain bike, with the sounds of lawnmowers and smell of grass. Just racing yourself down the street.
Keep pedaling. Sometimes your friends would come out to race you on their bikes. Chipped plastic pedals on bare feet.
A tall hill. Race down it so fast, you're flying down the road. Nothing can catch you. The excitment of summer around you like a warm kiss. Like hot concrete on feet just stripped
Just the wind and a grin on your face.
The warm wind makes your eyes tears up. but no tears have ever touched your cheeks and none ever will. not in that moment.
in that moment You are the queen.
Queen of the anthills in your backyard.
Queen of the turtle filled with sand.
Queen of swimming pools and melons.
Queen of climbing trees and getting scrapes and catching bugs
Queen of weeds and mud made from backyard hoses.
Queen of the Sprinkler
You are the queen of summer
for then
for now
always