skiers in trusty subaru
salty water
surfboard rails soon in my grip
olympic day
could it be, a memory?
what'll I say
after the summer's all gone?
pacific city
imaginary white snow
along I roll
on highway one-oh-one
king of spade
consult with my chambermaid
says go forth
knows perfecting skills take work
breathe it in
sweet smell of life in full bloom
hebo awaits
nine mile hill climb time trial loom
cascade head
dragontail and ocean views
like one says,
"seek out and follow your muse"
new zealand
closes fast in frontview mirror
salt and sand,
any better way to say goodbye?
The End.
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