Undertow
johnClare Stokes
Lately I try and not stray
Where the rip currents
Reside sending out to sea
The unsuspecting newbie
Where shore guards warned
Unheeded pointing
Posted signs
Do not enter the surf sheds
Where the lost wax boards
Are stored
Salt cured wet suits dry rot
Beach boy CD's without
a Walkman wait
But I dive in
And the urchin stings
And the sand gets in my eye
And I am carried
Beyond the breaking.
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