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Allen Itz
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Windsurfers
The windsurfers start early in the morning,
just as the sun boils up from the bay.
You can see them off the bluff at Cole Park.
Their red and yellow and green sails
bob and bounce like fishing corks in the waves.
Behind them, the downtown skyline
rises up from Water Street and, in its shadow,
the marina, with masts jumping
in the same choppy tide that buffets the surfers.
You can see them in the orange light of the sun,
their bodies leaning horizontal to the water.
Their backs and shoulders smash
into the foam and froth of the tossing surf
as they pull on their sails,
hang onto their boards,
strain to harness the wind and tide
for a ninety second ride, seconds stretched
to last a day in the dry and windfree world.
~Allen Itz
(From Corpus Christi, Texas, a series in progress)
Allen's work also appears in The Horsethief's Journal, Alchemy, Avante Garde Times, Maelstrom, The ShallowEnd, and the Blueline Poetry Forum, where he is August's Guest Moderator. Email him.
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© 2000-2002 by Cayuse Press. All Rights Reserved.
This page updated April 23, 2002.