Riding the crest
of a wave.
Trying to save.
My soul.
Following a shoal.
As we flow concave.
Heart beats loud in my breast.
Passing the test.
The ocean rests.
Suggests more to come.
A thrum like a drum.
Audible only.
To the atuned ears
of a beach bumb.
Body cold and numb.
Drenched in wet fun.
Here comes another one.
Waves
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