Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!

Mission Summary

Bang, ping, rattle, clang

Pywacket rains wrenches

his bike sits waiting.

Metal flashing past

wheels whirl, spokes a silver blur

a parade of bikes.

Tall bikes, long bikes, wide bikes

some sparkle with stars and moons

dreams made of metal.

A noisy tower

sailing proudly down the street

Skunk leads his hungry fleet.

Ice cream, melting fast

Do I have a moustache too?

strawberry tickles.

Bright hair flying out

one bike veers, the rest follow

Threespeed spots a curb.

Broken chairs, a mop

old socks pink shoes, some battered pans

Irresistable.

A shadow glides by

jumps, wobbles, twists, bounces, twirls

Moose likes roller skates.

White moths dance in light

wings lift and drift, sky-swimming

which paper plane is mine?

standing, statue still,

shadows stretched on golden grass

Sun slips down. Breathe out.

Drowsy twilight street

sweaty pilots slip indoors

Choppers go to sleep.