The Joke

The children did it.
It was just play.
A bit of mischief
on a summer day.
In their cut off jeans
and their dusty toes
They strung the wire
from the telephone poles.

Invisible thin in the skipping sun.

They muffled their giggles,
Crouched among brittle weeds.
Waited for a startled car
to break their naughty deed.

They weren't expecting 
Jenny on her bike.
Pushing the pedals
then gliding the breeze
Golden hair waving
Lifted chin
Riding the wind
Freedom cut
by the wire thin
into her wind
pipe

Jenny on her bike 
They weren't expecting.