Skaters

Colored boy and girl
zip past me
on Razor scooters
in a whirl.

The boy has
an angelic face
with a devilish look
about this (sibling?) race.

The girl, with braided locks,
colors of the rainbow,
that frame her
in a pastel halo.

Chattering in an accent
melodic to my ears,
reminiscent,
of southern boys I met
in my Army years.

As they U-turn
to be where they began,
the girl admonishes the boy:
“Now you be careful,
don’t run into dat white man.”

TP.