Who can
deny the rush
Facing
down a set of curling waves
The spray
in your face
The sun
over head
A salty
wet play land
I hear it’s
a great time
From everything
I’ve seen
All the
movies and shows
Watching the
surfers at the beach
Something I’ve
always wanted to do
And the
Fates, it would seem, are on my side
Leaving our
friends apartment in Long Beach
Driving down
the back alley
There it
was, lonely and discarded
A beautiful
6 foot tri-fin in aqua
Calling to
me, begging to be taken home
So we
picked it up an tossed it in the back
For the
five hour trek
To the
middle of the desert
Phoenix,
that is
Palm trees
and swimming pools
And no
ocean
So my new
found prize
Took up a
place of honor
In my
garage
Giving the
impression it was mine
That I somehow
knew what to do with it
But it
will never truly be mine
Until we
walk together into the briny deep
To become master
of waves
Walker of
the ways of water
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