Daylights savings time left months back
to give the relief of longer hours.
The afternoon starts to settle down a bit
after it's fast, hard frantic run,
left him breathless.
Asthma kickin' in just a bit as a little
breeze of the evening
lined with peeper sounds
hurried him home on his bike.
Shorts riding up on the banana seat,
coasting down that hill at the end of Spalding,
letting the wind lift him up,
take him home.
No air conditioning yet
so as the bike slows,
the gravel scratching under the tires
sliding just a bit for the effect,
he smiles to himself and slips off his sweaty sneakers worn with no socks.
Carrying them as he heads through cool soft grass
that somehow keeps it's chilled pleasure
even after the beatin' the sun gave it.
Up creaky front steps,
grabbing an iron curly cued railing
gritty with rust.
Even though Momma only painted it last summer.
Into the house with shushing sounds,
over mingled brown nylon carpet.
Nobody home.
An air of happiness to lead him to the refrigerator,
glass bottles of pepsi.
He pulls one from the paper carton
spinning round to sidestep a kitchen table
he never seems to sit at.
Heading back over whispering floors,
bypassing the tv,
back out the front door,
sweat starting to trickle down his back
between shoulder blades
and on the cold bottle that he strokes,
runs along his forehead.
Barefoot still.
He sighs when he sees the sun is starting to drop
enough to leave the sidewalk in shade.
He drops to the bottom of the step
happy to find that the sun has been long enough away from there that the shadows have left it cool.
Gritty concrete, bits of gravel,
cling to the back of his legs.
Aggrivate him just a bit
and he drops his shoulders to take in the pleasure of this chill,
all the while feeling the sun still creeping it's fingers through his hair.
He takes a swig, open mouth round the bottle,
letting that acidic bubbled sweetness burn his thoat
and ease out the ride.
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