Longboarding at dusk: A Poem

I’ll never forget these nights.

Cruising past

bright lights.

I never feel more alive

than in that

dying

half light.

(Oh the magical

sing-song quality

of these

glory days.

As magnificent,

transitory

and precious

as the sparks

from a backyard bonfire.)

Longboarding at Dusk, Hephzibah Grace

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