The skateboarders are out again
Under the full moon at midnight
The trio of long boarders are out
In the Hampton Inn parking lot
Under the full moon at midnight
They were out there last night
Turning and weaving in the arc lights
They were almost soundless almost
Ghosts in their nondescript hoodies
Flipping and sticking their landings
They will be there every last night
That I ever remember their shadows
Riding shadows over shadows over
The brilliant grey light of the empty
Long past abandoned parking lot
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