challenge-
cause my mind to spin.
watching
as wheels grind
pipe and curb…
the walls
reverberate
with smacks
and bodies sprawl.
They take each cutting edge fall
as if they are made
of the same material
as concrete or blade…
falls that would send me home to bed
are part of the daily moves
to get ahead,
to be better than yesterday.
The rhythmic
repetition of movement
exploring outer limits,
the physical extreme…
the pounding,
tireless
getting up and trying again.
Wild boys challenge my mind
flutter like birds
against the wall of my heart
as I hold myself from sympathy,
restrain the urge
to start to comfort every fall.
When the flesh of bottom
greets concrete with a pound,
I give an understanding smile-
dare not make a sound…
wild boys dream of air
regardless
of the wear and tear.
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