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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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