Over the ocean, blue with white foam moving high
Poseidon has been raising its crew,
his tough angels of water attached to the sky
by the strings of bright petals in view.
Now his graceful Apollos are surfing above
the curved waves, gliding fast, full of zest.
Slender girls on the coast wait and chat filled with love
for young gods, their match will be blessed.
Ragged sunrays will put down their burning red stains
on the canvas of white on the beach.
Yellow flags mark for us simple mortals’ domains
that one day I am hoping to breach.
Wind surfers
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