Surf and slam
Friday
high noon coming
the water sheets the life below
like glass
on the Sound where
all is disconnected then
connected by true carbon
the Sun burning pure above
the whales
the Moon moving the tide
just so
all the electricity of time
burning through the board
and running volts from
foot to shore
in a web flash-bulbed
and captured
like moments in music
moments sealed within
a kiss fronting
a city at night
all the deaths on pause
all the goodness
released across the
water
electric blue across
the glass
pushing
stretching
reaching
across time broken
by speed
paused in the snapshot
of knowing
we can
take it with
us.
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