old friends make me want to watch hockey

there he is,
yelling my name
from down the block,
while standing
on a patch of ice

15 years ago,
and we're running around
a tennis court
with sticks and one old net.

then, i was the only one on foot,
the rest favoring roller blades.
i held my own there.

now, living blocks apart
in brooklyn,
not even watching
the olympics,

our 15 year old selves
would be ashamed.