after he dearly departed into the biggest blue
a shaper created me my goldilocks board
just right
undoubtedly a grief distraction, a father abstraction
carved from years of following him out to sea, jellyfish arms
paddle paddle paddle
the smell of wax, neoprene and brine
had I been foolish: too old, perhaps, too sad?
a few more years before I too am lost with the tide, under the water after the last ride
yet my last wave is not now, or now, or now -
a sting ray flies beneath me and I wonder if it is him
hello ghost dad, I burble into the salt water
the bubbles tell him it is the best board I have ever ridden
his wings clap against the sand and he is gone
With Love,
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