Departing Walnut Creek, Shannon and I could not stop sneezing
We had to conclude, with her just entering her 20s,
and me one year closer to exiting mine,
that we must be highly allergic to suburbia,
and gratefully greeted the grey skyline
bursting from the seams as viewed from the Bay Bridge
fog threatening to cloak the blue sky so available only minutes earlier
and probably sighed secretly to ourselves,
"I'm so glad I live here right now."
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
An unanswered promise
In the midst of listing all the items for sale on craigslist and ebay
one item stopped me in my tracks...
my surfboard - the one that I'd driven to Santa Rosa to pick up, the one that had contributed to my shoulder injury, and the one I still didn't really know how to surf yet.
scribbling down the dimensions, I stuffed her back in her bright white bag along with my ambitions of learning how to surf in Nor Cal.
Untapped bottom turns would have to be learned elsewhere, on another board
I humbly admitted to the score
Ocean Beach =1, Me =0
and passed on stewardship of a board I'd liked to have called my own, for just a little longer.
one item stopped me in my tracks...
my surfboard - the one that I'd driven to Santa Rosa to pick up, the one that had contributed to my shoulder injury, and the one I still didn't really know how to surf yet.
scribbling down the dimensions, I stuffed her back in her bright white bag along with my ambitions of learning how to surf in Nor Cal.
Untapped bottom turns would have to be learned elsewhere, on another board
I humbly admitted to the score
Ocean Beach =1, Me =0
and passed on stewardship of a board I'd liked to have called my own, for just a little longer.
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