Fingers cling to the gravel, feet balanced hip-length apart: push.
Body parallel to the street—in midair
—you fly past hydrants, buildings, burgeoning flowers emitting lemon sweet.
Remember, you never left the Earth. In the air, you were a bird on all fours.
You’ll forget. This moment will melt into the summer,
taking the vision of together that means more than
not being on all fours.