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Esquimalt Road


warrior on a longboard—
            no, really,

the word's written in cursive
            on his tank top,

a perfect match to his tattoo
            sleeves;

face flat
            as his ride

the zeal's all
            inside

as he makes
            a perfect turn—

killing the corner,
            really slaying it

fighting the war
            cry, rising from his belly:

who says that battles
            lack beauty?

who knows what he'll face
            down the block?


Julie Paul

The Malahat Review

Autumn 2017 - Fiftieth Anniversary Issue


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