Whatup?

Hey, it's me.

Just calling to see if you wanna
hang out, ride bikes,
do nothing til we're blue in the face.

Mom could make rice chips
and we could drink limeade
and things could be simple again.

We could make noises
and grow avocados
and swing from the rafters and sing.

When we grew weary we'd collapse onto couches
and drink memories of summer days in.

When we grew tired we'd retreat to the backyard
and lay our heads close to the ground.

The trees and the sky
would wish us good night
and you would be with me again.