Enjoying Skating Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A rhythmic beat pulsing through my veins, pushing me in
circles around the rink.

Colors flashing bright and strong, reflecting off the
floor, and shining in people's eyes.

Turning on with vibrations zipping through the air, like
skates across concrete.

White shirts turning purple under the black lights, florescent
ropes hanging everywhere off of people.

Brilliant colors flashing, rolling, zinging over our heads
in clear air with nothing stopping them.