HALF-BROKEN

Here, where late sunlight slants
through green park benches, half-broken,and the first brown leaves of autumn are scurrying, two twelve-year olds flash past,
side by side on mountain bikes, furiously pumping.
One struts his voice, breathless,
Let's check out those dumb bitches down by the swing set.
They're gone, heartbeats coaxing the air like tiny engines.

And I think how much is told through the body, how little I know.