Surfing
We wobble, driven, over the edge
of browsing surfboards.
The ‘Beachboys’ haunt us
as we slide toward the rocky domains
of look-at-me blogs,
or commercial choked pages.
It’s okay,
ride-on you wipe-out wizards,
we are all just Peter Pans
surfing with all the other
lost girls and boys.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2019
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