Landing Our Bike
If we had gone to the moon, it wouldn’t have mattered
With our helmets on heads, plus one to spare
Your little sister and I set off to get you from school
Pressed for time, as not to be late
We whooshed around bends, over bridges, under overpasses and thorough one tunnel
Passing two high schools, three gas stations, five contraction zones, a few restaurants, a couple banks, one University and naturally a Starbucks.