When he sat down on his skateboard
propped on a curb
near the end of the summer of his 14th year,
the sun had nearly set
behind the rows of suburban homes.
In this golden half-light
his friend Matt passed him
a cool can of beer.
Looking skyward,
he took a drink, his first,
not realizing that,
though this was a beginning,
it was also an ending.
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