Riding the Wave

By Thatcher Dunsmore

Wave, stormy and brave

You crash against the rock

With white water flying off your edges

Frothing at the mouth like an angry dog

Dark, dark green ark

Crashing, colliding

A lonely rock waiting as your prey

Birds bask in the last bit of sun
Waiting for you to hit your mark

Like you have done so many times in the past



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