Broken Foam
Paddle hard in youths whirling foam
waiting for the perfect wave
on the nose of a silken board
sipping a glass of sweet champagne..
It's in the blood to ride fast and smooth
in the sweet-salty sun rise of our youth.
Enter the rogue, striking from beneath
nudging naivety from sun into valleys of cold teeth.
Upon the beach, the broken foam of youth's dream...
When the sun sets who'll be by our quartered side?
To read plastic eulogies when the champagne runs dry.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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