Don’t make fun of old people,
I scold her
when she announces I’m predictable
and generally slowing down
She’s younger, smarter,
better looking, better read,
quicker than me any day
on an icy curve
She can figure my moves
more accurately than a bookie,
hold more air in her lungs
than I have memory
Wait and see, Speedy,
I predict,
your turn will come
to balance gravity
But tonight, she skates by me
tumbled on my backside,
gloats, cuts corners,
face afizz under limitless stars