To be the little girl who skates out
while the beautiful young woman
and the athletic young man
take their bows;
to gather up all the flowers
laying on the ice where
admirers, full of love,
threw them,
gliding smoothly through the cool air
from bundle to colored bundle,
reaching out and collecting
without a hitch or a jerk,
stopping gracefully on her mark,
presenting the floral offerings
to the still bright eyed pair,
panting and sweaty,
getting a kiss on rosy cheek
in return from the gallant
while the crowd showers
applause and bravos.
To be blossoming there,
a perfection of life.
