Skateboarding and
the Unsolved Equation
You know how young guys are. They move their arms
Uncertainly but certainly and mean
To look as if they comprehend. The harms
Just round the bend are what they haven’t seen.
The shoulders move, too, with those arms, and give
A look of strength, of vulnerable strength.
Their poems don’t mean, however they live
Them. Major blood vessels run down the length
Of biceps and forearms, sort of a blue
Treasure map of masculinity, threat
And death, though if you asked these men the true
Significance of maleness, I would bet
That they would shrug with blankened faces, move
A bit aggressively, with zilch to prove.