Yonder wave will bend and break,

Til winter dies and summer wakes,

The tourist hoard left with the sun

their pillagin’ day is done,

We seize the moment to sit in haze,

Aching shoulders, the feeling fades.

 

Yonder wave will bend and break

Til North Pacific turns to lake,

We drive the coast in sweet relief

As longer days retreat to brief,

Rejoice anew in each day’s sight

and lenses basque in morning light.

 

EJ

Bodysurfing yarns woven 'tween crest & trough