Jenny is an MFA candidate at Georgia State University and an instructor of English at Kennesaw State University.
© 2004 Jenny Sadre-Orafai
Only Poem About A Surfer
middle-aged surfer on tv said,
don't know, maybe you die a little.
weathered foot, an anklet of Velcro
a little into black sand.
is scraggly sideburns, shadow faced,
uses terms like, "knots" and "cowabunga"
the same wet, smiling sentence
at the points of waves, white foam
like powdered sugar on holiday cookies
blows to the left and whitens the blue sky,
if for only seconds at a time.
fingertips reach out for the shoulder
the ocean that he refers to as "his girl."
the wave, his backward salute
to the floating, to his curling shelter.
children next door, of a Mexican mother and Californian father,
electronic, blipping games in their small hands—believing whoever
enemies will be the hero for the day—heroes being ever fluid
tattooed father tells his adventures in China, Japan, Hawaii, California,
a faster fighter, a leading man
when there was a time of leading
twirls fledgling neighbor boys into headlocks, successful because they let him
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