I peer
through the crisscross pattern of the fence.
Where they were walking
was at first a mystery to me.
Back from skateboarding,
I assume.
Oh, now I know!
They are traveling,
back to the clink-clank of their usual spot,
where they seem to skate all day.
just a thirty second stroll from my house.
In the shelter of their driveway.
That is where they mean to go.

Melissa