The ocean has been in my blood since my dad taught me to surf.
To relax I imagine crashing waves
hear the melody of the tumble of water
Here is a wave that first emerged a few months back.
Like the tides it came, crashed, and collapsed back to the mind.
Tonight, maybe due to the moon, the tide ebbed to the forefront
I took down the old wave from the living room wall
Pulled out paints and brushes, closed my eyes, and looked for
the crashing of water, the new tide, the new wave.
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