I bought you a bicycle for your birthday
And helped you to unwrap it
We rode through the morning, brushing nettles
And when the bushes rustled we were unsettled

Were you cold?
When the Sun submerged into galaxies to become your face
And the wet leaves lay on the cellophane street
Your eyes seemed so old to me
But your smile was philosophy

I sped ahead with my eyes on the stars
And the Moon which stayed fixed no matter how fast I pedalled
Even when small stones got stuck in the metal
And I flew through the air like a feather

I lay with the pattering in a puddle
I lay with the rain and the mud forever