Pome: Surfin Hikkaduwa Beach

Like all the yesterdays are tomorrow

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Surf the light incandescent. Pic: Paradisio Publishing

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Surfin Hikkaduwa Beach

you’d rise at 6 in the A M

the sun emperors twinkling

Indian Ocean all the way to Antarctica

waves rolling into this surfer’s paradise

Hikkaduwa Beach Break running clear turquoise waters

sand glistening under toes as you took your fish out back for a wave or 3

November/December of 2000

doing this each shimmering aureate heavenly morn

and you tanned a gold as gold as the promise of life 

and you surfed the white surf like a kid

and weeks and weeks went and time was as timeless as time is

and

you were