Spring Thaw

Remember when the sun
offered us just enough
to turn snow in the road
to puddles?
Mom said the wanted words:
Yes, you can ride your bike now.
You pedaled through salt and sand
and every mini-pond for miles,
soaking the bottom of your corduroys.
They stuck to your ankles,
dripped down your socks,
into your canvas sneakers.
Later you’d squeeze them all out,
into the avocado sink,
your calves tingling,
feet pink and thawing
             like the days ahead.
   You were worth it,
weren’t you?

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