Sunlight glints off of the chrome wheel,
matching suicide **** attached,
beach sand powder coated Xpress boat,
bobbing in the blue water, waiting.

Trailing around the silver 90 horse motor,
is a yellow rope harness, like arms holding on,
a red ski rope stretches off into the water,
attached to a purple and black tube.

I hear an excited "ready" shouted,
a raven and a ginger-haired pair of girls,
hang tight like turtles on a log,
wearing blue and black jacket shells.

I fire up the motor, it purrs happily,
sending a stream of white foam aft,
I throttle forward and take off,
looking into the afternoon sun.

Suddenly I turn to the right,
then back to the left into a circle,
throttling the speed up,
shooting the tube out passed the wake.

Three more circles and straighten out,
watching the faces of the observers,
tells me the girls have just let go,
I spin around to pick them up.

They float grinning and laughing,
complaining of arms of gelatin,
as they climb in the boat,
the water dripping onto my feet.