Ice Skating in Boston
a trioletMy ice skates kish-kish winter blue.
It’s like dancing with a magic wand
that draws figure eights from me to you.
My ice skates kish-kish winter blue.
My legs wobble in these skittering shoes,
down I go on Boston’s Frog Pond.
My ice skates kish-kish winter blue.
It’s like dancing with a magic wand.
It’s like dancing with a magic wand
that draws figure eights from me to you.
My ice skates kish-kish winter blue.
My legs wobble in these skittering shoes,
down I go on Boston’s Frog Pond.
My ice skates kish-kish winter blue.
It’s like dancing with a magic wand.
This poem is copyright (©) Damon Hubbs 2024
About the Writer
Damon Hubbs
film & art lover / pie bird collector / lapsed tennis player / author of four chapbooks --his latest, "Rimbaud's Lighthouse," is forthcoming from Naked Cat Press. He lives in New England. @damon_hubbs
