The Poetry of
Jack Scott

Surf

In and out of moods,
surf and surfing.
Flat and stranded
I rise again,
reenter combat
with the crashing sea
seek another wave,
mount and ride it
not breaking bronco,
but keeping it from breaking me .
Rough and tumble
ballet with entropy.

 

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