The board sloshes.
She steadies it in the nudge and tug of the dark sea,
settles her stomach on its waxed, gleaming surface.
One kick,
two kicks,
three kicks, she whispers with each beat of her feet,
while the clouds above, laced with ink,
twirl with the thunder
and dance to the drumming of the waters that climb upon the seashore in pure white vapor.
Some say that day, the ocean had not been kind.
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Wavelengths
Poetryher heart waves moved with the ocean's, but now it was time to part © roaary 2015
