Paddle into god's blue foam
waiting for the perfect wave
on the nose of a silken board
sipping a glass of sweet champagne..
its in the blood to ride fast and smooth
in the sun rise of our youth.
Then comes the rogue striking from beneath
nudging us from the sun into a valley of cold teeth
upon the beach,the broken foam of youth's dream...
and when the sunsets who'll be by our crimson side
to read a plastic eulogy when the champagne runs to dry
Copyright © Anthony Slausin | Year Posted 2019