A bearded skater
honing his craft
in the cement wonderland
under the bridge,
oblivious to me as I pass.
Existing only in the cradle
of baptismal asphalt,
streaks of skin and denim
tag the cement with commitment.
His junky chic silhouette,
a millennial bohemian.
stewart a fantastic concrete poem here to fit the environment and atmosphere of the subject. the vivid language flares and the dichotomy of the second stanza is cutting.
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