We untied metal steeds
From creaking gates. Girls,
We led our bicycles as if at halter,
It was summer all summer long those days
We taught our bikes to barrel race,
And brought them afterward to water.
Mary's horse and mind were blue,
Kathy's gray--Lori's horse was purple--
Flashing spoke, gleaming hoof.
And when evening called us home,
Two girls east and two girls west,
We left our horses tied to nudge the grass
Grown long against a summer gate
And galloped to our supper.