A Small Swell on a Thursday Afternoon

I hold up my hand.

The light breeze swifts
a droplet of ocean onto my chin
and the twinkling lights of a Waikiki
late afternoon cruise beneath my epoxy board.

Young,
I think I am young again.
Light,
I think I am weightless.
Alone,
I feel I am endless.

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