Against my better judgment, I’m posting one of the first free-verse poems I recently wrote in my Creative Writing class.
Propelled by ragged sneakers
The wooden skateboard glides
Across the asphalt dance floor
With kicks and spins and taps
A final pirouette before
Leaping gracefully into waiting hands~ Joseph Grabowski
Please don’t take my Poetic License away just yet…
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