Graceless girl skis down slope

Slicing snow
on long narrow feet,
like a seaplane
spraying waves,
I sail down the slope,
leaving behind
the graceless girl
who couldn't play kickball
without a skinned knee.
At the top of the hill, she stares
open-mouthed, beside Mr. Fine,
who gave me a C in phys. ed.
They never saw me on snow,
swishing past trees,
my old self-image
spinning off
in a fine white powder.