CHILDREN IN THE PARK

There they are, running around, biking in tye-dye T-shirts. It wasn’t always the case that they were always able to do this. They were once only merely capable. All they could do was stumble before the imperative to rise raised them up into the air where they disappeared, became the wind itself while riding on a two-wheeled machine fast enough to warrant the worry of people once like them, of the humans who made them: the machines, the children, the tye-dye T-shirts flapping against the sky.