Fodder
They are just as I found them edged in cinematic golden light. During a secret skate park tour one of two local Louisville veteran skateboarders propel forward with a natural gas over his brother who stands at attention in hightop Vans. He flies through the air from the deep shadow of the pool to the climax; flash. The feat burns clean like radiation. Bluegrass grew from the outer to the inner being during one extreme to another extreme. Fodder for my soul. The Western sun set over East Witherspoon Street. Here is a commonwealth of loving what you do twenty-four hours a day. […]