Over the hill
When I got over the hill
the girls hooted
and I skated down the fun side
of the arched bridge
over the river. Carving hard
short fat s’s into the pavement
to break my speed. Once maybe twice
I drop my foot
letting it glide shaving a bit more off the top.
As I reach the bottom I wonder
do they think I’m
showing off for them.
And then I wonder;
was I?
(20150926)
