Saturday, June 30, 2012


The wind flows around me
As I push the limits
Of the possible
Flying with just a board
These wheels contact earth
With me atop
As I cut through this air
Like a knife through butter
My mind races
With combinations
To please spectating eyes
And as they rise
I realize my fortune
As I am adored
For doing the thing
I love the most

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