Surfing at Sunset
There's something about surfing at sunset.
Maybe your hands feel like ice cubes.
Maybe your ribs ache against the surfboard.
Maybe your arms hang, limp as noodles.
But there's something about surfing at sunset
because maybe the water's surface sparkles like a kalaidoscope.
Maybe a ride feels like flight.
Maybe the stillness matters as much as the crash
because there's something about surfing at sunset.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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