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