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Aug 2016
I watch the surfers
Sleek black forms
Bobbing up and down
Odd cormorants
Flocking here
A New England rarity
Good surf
On a bright summer day
How long
have they waited
A life of
And anticipation
I wonder
Why they pass
On wave after wave
Opportunities lost
Having waited so long
From my view
Up on high
Their mistakes are
Laid bare
Future and past
A Rolling set
They wait
ocean of time
Until the right wave
And carries them
Into the present
Written by
John Reilly
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