extra credit- skateboarders

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Poetry/Creativity

We Will Win

by Katie Bulley

My heart has grown since we were last here

The ghosts of us hopping along the tracks still laugh,

And kiss,

And dance out of sight

We are not the only ghosts here,

Their signatures are scrawled across the abandoned cars;

Their names and silent shouts: "we will win"

Inscribed on the broken down machinery.

Trapped here by the freedom promised to them by the never-ending parallels

They came to forget

Like the pennies we left for dead on the tracks.

They come to be remembered

Like the time you picked me a dried railroad flower.

No matter why you come

The ghost of your memory will remain.

Watch them come and go in the early evening sun that casts a sepia tone over your eyes.