Eight-Year-Old, Learning To Skate


Bully had a name
But I’ve forgotten
1966 too long ago

Remember what he did
Pushed me on the ice
For no apparent reason

Chattering words of contempt
He wanting to fight but
I just walked away

Couldn’t see any point
Thinking what’s wrong with him
Needing to hurt a stranger

Limped my way home
A knock on the door
Two girls from school had seen it all

Was I ok?
Can we get you anything?
You were so brave!

That’s when I learned
The macho thing
Was not really so attractive.

(Previously published in Three Smiles, Fall 2000)

Rate this post
Previous articleMt. Rushmore (Senryu)
Next articleAsleep At The Switch


Please enter your comment!
Please enter your name here