Storm Shy

I can’t surf very well

So on days like this

I’ll echo the brawn of the sea

With a pencil or paintbrush.

 

I’ll let my brothers go instead.

Ocean-ready, seal-skinned and

Fearless, as they are thrown off the tops of the waves,

Over and over, until they

Are strung out on the shore

Like kelp.

 

I’ll wait for another day,

When I feel I can fly a better standard for my sex.

Yes, girls can surf,

But this one is a little storm- shy.

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