eleven, twelve, thirteen
balls rolling down the high street
elegantly, sashaying together
in no hurry, seductively glancing about
to see if baseballs or golfballs might be checking them out
colorful, tight rubber
seeding the earth with glitter
they avoid the football field
“those guys don’t know how to roll”
its the bowling alley for them
they are very young
and ten-pin balls are
so very worldly