Katana And A Yellow Bike

Broken air conditioners hang out
the windows above the alley.
There’s a kid cutting up plastic containers
with a samurai sword by the dumpster,
and there were two others standing by waiting
their turn.
A girl rides past them on a mustard yellow
bike with handle bars as green as pine
trees. She spits her gum out at their feet,
doesn’t say a word, and turns left at the
end opposite where she started.
An old woman yelled from her window,
at that point, to let them know they shouldn’t
play with weapons.
None of them were ever afraid of getting
hurt when they were together,
but at night they all walked home alone.