Gliding
We glided,
We rolled,
We circled the rink,
Smooth, orderly throng
Of teens young-naïve;
Shyly, boys glanced
At girls slipping past,
Hearts drumming firm
For couple’s skate time,
When lights faded dim
And music beat slowed,
When dolled, giddy girls
Convened in a row
While orbiting boys
Gathered the mettle
To approach a pert face,
Suggesting it skate.
Then, hand taking hand,
Boy feeling grand,
They circled the rink,
They glided,
They rolled.
Copyright © David Bose | Year Posted 2016
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