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Skating Vert

north, first, to a vehement caress
of the coping along the lip of the deep,

then south at speed
through the emphatic freedom
of a palpable headwind
to the polished concrete plains,

then north again,
leaving, leaving, leaving —
riding gravity’s parabola round to the
relentless banality of not flying.

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I’ve retired after a career teaching law. I divide my time now between Athens, Georgia, in the States and the south coast of Ireland.