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Jonah and his Board

Don’t tell anyone
but Jonah or one of his brothers
took it from the entrance to a graveyard;
a predestined rail of ten or twelve feet
held immaculate
twelve or so inches off the ground.


And it seems that every day
Jonah grates down the pitted asphalt
and planes foot and board along that rail,
overboy skateboard
and over again,
a ritual percussion of one long rasp
then a pop, slide and crumble.


But I don’t complain
as he files that iron;

I think he’s sharpening an injustice.



a lament isn’t over
till the edge grinds dull.


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