Sweet Summer Sweat

The clouds are gold which means honey rain is on its way.
An ant crawls across my bare foot deciding not to stay.
Soft wind above me jostles the fruit and leaves.
I rub off the red dirt from my knees.

Getting on my bike I look over my shoulder.
The sun is dipping down and the day is getting older.
Sweet summer sweat on my skin I roll down the sidewalk.
I snap my bubblegum racing the rain and listen to the birds talk.

By Lillian Nunno