The Street

"I don't get this close to the pavement
often enough"
I told my friend
Longboarding
Passing 10th and Garrison

Smelling the dust from the
Street sweeper.
Inhaling it.
Making my mouth dry
Inducing
An apocalyptic fog

He was always riskier than me
Speeding ahead of me
On the downhills

But I always beat him
On the uphills
And the long stretch
Home.