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A leap, a step, just enough,
to feel the bounce beneath my toes.
It responds will glee and overdue
love for the angled roads.

Shifting shoes with wiggling feet,
rolling, rolling. Onward we fly.
To our deaths? To heaven, you think?
No! Just for the ride!

Swimming through the feral air,
cracks biting at your wheels,
the fear of tumbling off again
and breaking both your heels.

I wouldn't trade it for the Earth,
a girl, or friendly drug,
for this board is my lover.
Did I just eat a bug?

The wind runs past, molests my hair,
a playful game I know.
Forget your life and troubles now
and let your balance hold.

One last carve before the bottom
where the sidewalk ends,
the trucks bend gymnastically
the rubber digs deep in.

Lean back and brace the board,
it treats you well, you know.
Hear the friction sound so sweet,
and don't forget to

****!
ah ****!
my ******* wrist, *******!! it's totally broken.

did that girl see?
Alyanne Cooper Jun 2014
She looks out the window
At the thick sheen of ice
That covers the road.
People huddle and shuffle
In great huffs of warm breath
As they try to move on in their lives.
They try to ignore their wobbly legs
And shifty, slidey, slippery feet
On patch after patch of ice.
They've got great things to do
And many places to be,
So they battle the weather
That is set to defeat them.
But she sits amongst pillows
With fuzzy blankets and cocoa,
Content to let the world go on outside.
She'll just recline at the window
Reading her poems with satiated sighs.
Jennifer Beetz Nov 2018
Hey there you,
I have got
something (three
guesses) it is
something I bring
on the tips of
my toes,
whispering feet,
as I drop all
of my clothes
(Hey
there you!) my slip
slides slippery, lets
dear (let us suppose
it is in my heart
where all of this
love grows) all
about you I
oops! slides
past me again
and Oblivion
is a big pink
rose a slidey
slippery
bride- I am
married! to
what you
made me (and
dear please
make me)
anything

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