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Aug 2013
Worn wheels rattle
over chipped concrete,
scarred wood lathered
in black sandpaper,
slaps against hole-y shoed feet.
Seconds after the pop, the board
slams to a stop
throwing me to the street,
blood pouring from elbows and knees,
try, try, try again
to kick flip in hopes
of being
freed.
Daniel Magner 2013
Daniel Magner
Written by
Daniel Magner
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