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Two Poems
Out on the waves we return to reason
and faith,
there I feel that nothing can befall
me in life,
no unrest, no unhappiness which
nature cannot repair.
Playtime:
Sunlight shimmered on the mirrored
glass that was the sea,
making me shade my eyes.
The waves were smooth, clean and
glassy, perfect long board waves.
Of course you never really know
how good it is until you paddle
out.
I thought I saw some guys out there,
but it was just two pelicans.
A set came in just as I was about
to head home for my board...beautiful
sunlight
poured through mirror-like lip of
one wave, it looked light sun shining
through stained glass.
I turned and ran home, my heart
racing to get out there in that
living beauty,
the waves were calling for me to
come and play.
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