King of the waves

He is small and lean

Gun smoke hair

Brown legs

White Zink cream strip slants sideways

Over his nose 

Bright green rashie shirt

And boardies that dangle

About his non existent bum

He strides like a lion

A pacing wolf

Into the waves

Board aloft

Tucked under his arm

He smacks it down on the water

Pushes off

Seconds later he is in the swell

Laughing

Sideways

Carving it up

Lifting my heart

As he careens and darts

All over the waves

Like he owns them

So young to be king of the world

And he knows it 

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