Surfing Our
Century
one shooting star
ten thousand wishes
brake its wake
/mr
six swallows swoop
a new day, a new dawn
/bt
planet earth crumbles
her garbage disposal
munches the dozen chunks
/mr
breaths of surprise
mists uplifting
three pinnacles high
/bt
a-flushed down the plughole
seven sudsy seas
/mr
prospects for peace
swell in rising tides
ninth wave whispers yes
/bt
