A Poem

Freewheelin’ Teens

They come on wheels,
Young faces fierce with intention.
The way they hold their heads, shouts, I am the best
or if not I will be
as time after time they
approach the wall
and by some trick of gravity
are atop it, skateboard and all,
racing to the end
and down again
as easy as landing a spaceship
in the moonlight, Then they
tip forward to an instant stop, and grin.
- Lynn Martin

One Response to A Poem

  1. This is great, Lynn, thanks!

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