Skating boards, the boys' laughter
moves in breaking scales. Absorbed,
the only world allowed, their own,
where women and mating mongrels
are just fixtures on the pavement,
obstacles, hurdles to be jumped

In endless rhythms like turning leaves,
green edges first tinge yellow unseen,
the boys are changing all the time.
Barechested, hairless, not yet men
their fingers callused on the tips
tightly gripping the skateboard's edge
as they spin toward another world