Way up north
in a neighborhood nobody else knows
we congregate near Dan’s
waiting for the gang to get together
so we can head for ice cream
only to discover that it hasn’t opened for the season yet.

We should’ve known.
Nothing happens in this little inlet
without an announcement.

We would have heard when the ice cream shop opened.

So we’re at the park
wasting and procrastinating
and wondering how the sunny day
is gonna end
and we think that this is what Spring will be like
when it comes
and wonder if maybe we should be checking our phones
to see if our parents need us
but probably not.

We’re OK.
We’ve got hours before anything needs to happen.
We’re kids.
We’re all right.