Watching Figure Skating
They glide across the ice like silk,
Then leap and twirl and spin,
Their bodies molded to the perfect
Shape that they are in.
Their costumes sparkle in the lights,
The music sets the tone
As every skater claims the ice
As his or hers alone.
The years of training culminate
In one routine, one chance
To prove to all the judges
They’re the ones who should advance.
I always feel so bad when
On the road to reach the top,
Someone’s nerves kick in and suddenly,
We witness a ker-plop.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2021
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