beyond where the breakers
break,
where the ocean
flattens
out into a darkish
rough,
i see a man waving.
one hand,
then two.
he seems excited.
i wave back as he
continues
to wave, and yell,
but the stormy
ocean blocks that
out.
he has no boat,
or board,
to hang onto,
but seems happy to be
out that far,
adrift.
i continue to wave,
feeling good that i'm
making
new friends
at last.
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