Wheels turning round and round
the oval miles slipping
into an endless loop
of smiles reflected
in the gleaming hardwood
and flashing lights.
I stand and listen
laughter and musics’ universal
blend of joy and love
bounced off the girdered walls
that once held a newspaper
filled with MVA’s and tragedy.
I close my eyes
and I am back in ’65
wheeling once more
hand in hand with the Beach Boys
though I do admit
I prefer this mornings’ reggae.
ml’23
(while watching my son rollerskate at 4 Wheelies Ottawa this morning)