Sunday, September 20, 2015

I DREAM OF THE SEA

 
Trapped in the American South,
Close in under a root-tangled riverbank,
In cold water up to my neck,
Handfishing, naked and hungry,

I think of the hard surfers 
that hurl their bodies like sharks
Down the thunderous tunnels off Te-a-hu-po‘o
And Pe-a-hi, and Dangerous Banks,
And Cape Fear,  
 
 
 
I think of the salt and sand on your skin.  


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