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Skate-board 

Squeams
Can ne-ver
Re-place the 
HIGHRR screams,
See-Sawing 
My memories.


Putting Me
Back atop 
One of those
Truck tire 
Chained
Mon-stros-ity.
In Cerrito Park,
Yonkers 1980 


A regular 
Saturday
Activity-Where 
Actions of
Far-off
Fantasy reached
Nauti-cal
Reality.


From far right
Junior- Wayne,
Next-Me 
Then Jimm-y.
Lattys with
4 Friends,
To Brothers
Left of me.


8 we All
On a ride 
Built for 3.
Lattys pull-ing,
Till Our backs 
Touched the sky-while
Bended knee Friends
Clung op-pos-it-ely.


Increasing speed
While gain-ing lift.
We all made the
Tire tumble,
Carousel-ing a-drift.
To where We’re
Angl-ing o-ver
The horizon.


Pumping-Then
Pulling violently.
8 Human Oars 
Paddl-ing
Rhyth-mic-ally 
On the open sea.
Pirates of Cerrato
It felt to Me.


Jerking its
Wooden mast,
From swing and tweak.
The Tenor chains
Feel the strain,
-As All Our 
Falsettos peak,
“ HIGHRR!! “


Yep!


Skate board jumps
Can never bring, 
Such exhilerat-ing 
Choral-ling as
Heave- Ho-ing,
Bros and Friends
Bring to 
Metal chained tire swing.