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
Lovely.