Land Surfing


The wind we go thru when we ride
but wind threw Dylan and I aside
the pavement rose, a rising tide
of asphalt here to rip skin wide.

No time to worry about the pain
we ran to catch our boards and blame
the fall on wind, or rocks, or cracks,
as blood ran dripping down our backs.

My vision was much sharper now
the pain I felt made me say ow
my arm it throbbed and it stung
we had lost and asphalt had won.

Though arms and cuts have fully healed
now when we longboard, we wear shields.