I stand here a watcher
of waves their rhythms
and bottle-green lights
waiting on the shore
being able to predict
and run to meet
the ones worth riding
like the short time
I have to speak to you
the curve of your voice
on this side of the sea
a couple came down
to the waves and entered
up to their shoulders
embracing and then
walked back to their
blanket on the beach
and lay back down
without a word
perfect
a perfect wave
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