Skateboards
They fly on skateboards down the steps
That head straight to the river,
A camera person hoping that
Some magic they’ll deliver.
Yet these same stairs are used by all
For coming and for going
And skateboards aren’t made with brakes,
So there’s no way of slowing.
I sit and watch as older folk
And kids these steps are taking,
Convinced I may be witness to
Disaster in the making.
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