Pene Burkey Poems
|42.||Those Old Black And Whites||8/15/2006|
|45.||What Is A Poem?||8/26/2005|
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When I go rolling on my skateboard,
I feel the wind blow on my face.
My body glides along in freedom,
And then my foot keeps up the pace.
I must lean just right to make the curve,
Then get my balance back on track.
I look for the chance to do a trick,
I start the move....no turning back.
I catch the air and do a kick-flip,
The board goes round and meets my feet.
I get anxious as I start a trick,
But glad its ended safe and neat.
My board becomes part of my body,
I cannot be whole without it.
What if it breaks and leaves me stranded? ...
The sun is the seed,
The moon is the fruit.
The earth is the blossom,
The universe the root.
The sun is the sperm,
The moon is the womb.
The earth from the birth,
The universe its tomb.