The boys will fly and the girl will try

To keep up as they glide

The burning chests, the sun kissed flesh

Means nothing on the ride

Birthday party on the go

The bikers hit their breaks

Granola bars and slurpees but

No candles or a cake

The girl’s floral blue patterned shorts

Are cargos in disguise 

If only she had looked the part

She’d be one of the guys

But there’s no mirrors on this road

And the cameras point towards trees

She becomes a boy when she’s

On mountain bikes and skis 

Strip mall bricks will cool their backs

This funny sunny June

X marks the spot, the boys found gold

And they’ll find themselves soon

The hammock skims the ground 

As I gift the boys with flight

Cause someone has to hold the string

If you’re to fly a kite