summer children

shoeless
the bug like children,
mouths open,
eyes wide are jumbled
like bees
set free from a hive.
their screams
echo off the trees,
bikes
on the hill, a ball
in the air.
how they love the light
of summer
and dread the call
from mothers, standing
on their porches
watching, wishing
that none could grow
further from
where they are.