Skate Park Memory

That little boy
of bright blue shirt
clutching skateboard
to his heart

astonished partly

fearing fully

as cooler kids
and spin

or skid off rails
on concrete


and whip past
as if
he's not there:

another me
when I was three.

Skate Park Memory © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: June 18, 2020