yellow jackets and a smile

i rode past a scattered pile of small stones
matted fur and bones
at the corner where a church
sits atop a holy perch
watching me pedal past
it can't last
i followed you up the silly hill
in an easy gear and still
i felt at ease
no pressure to please
i rode the path of least resistance
looking into the distance
and heard the sound of a guitar
in the passing of a car
single file
for a little while
i was a complete bicycle
a happy boy on his little tricycle
with a happy mom and dad
happy together and glad
on a Saturday afternoon
it ended much too soon
the day and the soft shifting of gears
no fears
just a simple wave to the departing tandem
which we came across at random
yellow jackets and a smile
mile after mile after mile