Holding hands with the moon

 Holding hands with the moon


I am sitting in a room 

watching the tide

through the palm trees


Its low and 

the beach is wide


My surfboard is

waxed and waiting

ready to go when 

cool water meets hot sand


I rest when the tide is high

and carry my board 

across the narrow beach again 

when it begins to wain


All of us are

connected to the moon


Surfers hold its hand


Aubrey Lieberman

4/29/21

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