I waved to a surfer

surfing a wave

slicing the face

he faced me and gave

the slyest of smiles

and dropped to the right

riding the lip

curling his whites

skimming the curl

crashing the sand

sanding the board

with wax in in his hand

trim like a pro, he

tip-toed his tootsies

to nose he did go

going for footsies

toting a ten-year-old

doggie named Moe

the mo’ that I watched

the longer they rode

till rode stick was suddenly

 paddleboard show

and paddling out

to board for a trip

my bathing suit bottom

caught on wood ship

and wouldn’t you know it

on ship cotton ripped, and

yelling that word

replacing the ‘p’

I mooned doggy tandem

& tanned all of me.

©Karen Robiscoe