The Dogs Go Wild
(Poetry) Beneath, surfers/slick as seals ride/the crossing waves.
Look toward the sky. What's up there? Everything hope, everything despair. Beneath, surfers slick as seals ride the crossing waves. Ascending white noise percolates; there is no panic in this undulating sound, but the kinetic turbulence makes the dogs go wild.
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Loved this. Your words put me in the surf. I was there, reading this. Thanks for the trip.
Hello Ms. Hendrix. I was lucky enough to grow up in San Diego. Though I never did more than body surf, the board surfers in my family are Legion. Coincidentally, my surfer-bro brother married a girl (oh so long ago) whose last name was Hendricks.