This girl

Waits at the corner for

This Boy

Freewheeling on his bicycle.

She holds

A flower in her hand

A gold flower

In her hands she holds

The sun.

With power between his thighs

The boy

Comes smiling to her

He rides

A bicycle that glitters like

The wind.

This boy this girl

They walk

In step with the wind

Arm in arm

They climb the level street

To where

Laid on the glittering handlebars

The flower

Is round and shining as

The sun.

 

-M.K. Joseph