ocean damp pages
my body shaky from
70 mph down highway
holding smoke holding
wheel holding paddle

this is a
real rider

the fire looking up
at crystal clear stars
moon behind the
trees paddling
on the heavenly silver
waves
then towards the
half moon “give
it half a howl”
we’re getting farther
away
the man making
me laugh like the
water
the sunset bright
ball straight down
over the water
silhouetting a
fisherman
waking up early
to glass fog heart huge
as the sunset
creamed cloudbursts
over hills
the highway slices
through