To Anger The Sea Gods.


So now I must
anger the sea gods,
for far too long,
they've been calm,
and so I begin,
smacking the face
of the ocean
with my board,
several times hard,
hoping to invite
that curled white fist,
full of such a powerful thrust,
seeking to smash me
shoreward, washed out,
in the spit and the froth.

Sadly the sea gods sleep on
unannoyed by the flea
that pesters the giant.

and so I paddle myself
back to the beach
and settle in for a
long deserved sun bath.



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