Part I
And the intimacy of the hot sun reminds me to give thanks
Boring Saturday mornings transformed to Adventures
Pouncing on dried black tar, its smell lingers yet I advance
I roof hop along three story buildings up lined down Merrill Avenue
Banged kneecaps but no twisted ankles
Aloe soothes the scrabs, accomplishment soothes my soul
Part II
The simplicity of youth
The beauty of soaring
The audacity of hope
The anticipation of great flutters
Generated by risk taking
I twist my brown body and somersault from slim swings
Anchored by wobbly steel poles
Landing on white hi top Pro Kids
I jump
I fly
I soar
I feel free’
I am thankful