I am sitting at Honomū Beach Park, listening to myself sing
a duet I know so well in my head with a friend. So the silence
of the waves breaking hard onto the shore doesn’t concern me.
The surfers’ unheard shouts of joy, not a bother, brother.
No. I know I’m not losing my hearing. I’m just overwhelmed
by the music, not by thoughts of old age creeping on,
a finish line that can’t be found until you trip
over it. When? Tomorrow? A heart-attack? Should I change
my diet? More exercise? No worry, shrimp curry. So yeah,
it’s the story of my slippery walk on slick sand life, naïve, me,
I tell myself I’ll balance well enough, like all the surfers do.
What? Me worry? Nah. Right now I’m brain singing along just fine,
thinking about how hot Faith Yanagi must have been, and what
went through Rap Reiplinger’s mind at that very last moment.
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Today’s word is
brother
Use it to inspire a piece of writing and then post that piece below as a comment. I would love to read it : )
Lanning Lee 