WD-40
A smile crosses my face
As my well trained ears pick up the sound of the skateboard returning to the ground
Off beyond the dividing wall
I hear his wheels over the pavement
The familiar click-click, click-click,
Launch
Off the sidewalk and into space
Board and boarder becoming one
The freedom abounds,
Just before touching down.
Through the sounds I relive it
And wonder if it is my age or my busy days
That find my board dusty, in my attic,
Calling for me to fly.
10-6-00
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