One Ride
Chasing the
stoke
waves growing larger
Weekend
warriors
still on the beach
Destiny
calling
mortality daring
Odds
go to hell
above twenty feet
Dropping
into
the thunder
The spray
to the
heavens
Darkness
envelops
one prayer to beseech
The sound
of a
monster
The
howl
of its fury
But nowhere
on earth
—would I rather be
(California Surf: December, 2023)
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