Ibi Benefici Locus Est
Friday, 11 April 2014
Skateboarding at Midnight
The jetplane whirr of wheels
Startles an orchestra
Of unseen crickets.
Chiaroscuro blur
Of lamposts, trees; lamposts, trees.
The world melts away.
Beer-fueled, sneakered feet.
Rise to meet wood, then concrete.
We leave the world behind.
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