In The
Morn’
She
graced this place in the morn’
Blonde,
lithe, her killer smile
Surfers’
grace visible for miles
Happiness
in the morn’s a special delight
In the
surf of dawn on a September fall morn’
Water
cool but warm as it laps and surrenders
Against
my board that shifts and waits
See the
sea of choppy white caps
I look to
the shore behind
Peaceful
and set in calm loving kind
To know
reality of the past, I must always look back
And it
teaches me how to construct my world right now
Then
comes the wave and it’s time to take off
Within
Nature’s found all about life
Who we
are individually is the greatest discovery
At times
perfection isn’t at all the enemy of the good, my dear Suzy
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