only a moment

We were beautiful,
Ron and Reggie and me,
far from home,
prairie boys gone traveling
at the height of our skills.
Anyone with eyes could see
they had never seen
anything like us,
loping like greyhounds,
tracing those soaring toys,
chasing, snagging,
flinging them against the wind,
daring one another to race, to roll,
to come up clean and flip it again
into the gathering dusk.
Ravenna Park it was,
and silver sky
and swirling discs
in that big green open
between the trees of Seattle,
and long hair and freedom
and what did we know?
But what did we care? It was
only a moment, and it was
hours days weeks months years
and decades a blink ago,
and we were beautiful.