among the surfers
the deft one
with the body of a bird
or a frog adapted to
a boy’s lanquidity
the body of a pistil
as it enters the hole
of the blue-green bottle
toppled on your desk
the tsunami of a petal
and then at the end
a little curl turning
on a dime and sinking
with a final salute
to whomever’s next
pray
it is another wave
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