When I was five, I played
Around other children
At the park
On the west edge
Of town, where the gray concrete slab served
As our skating rink.
I recall
Their presence, but not their faces-
Their laughter, but not their smiles-
Their movements, but not their forms-
Too intent was I upon my own
Zigzagging dance.
I circled…’round and ‘round
In white, boot-styled skates
With four wheels...
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