ORCHARD PRESS MYSTERIES, SHORT FICTION & POETRY  

January  2007

Paddle Around
a poem
by Andrea Hera Cook

We float out there on sticky boards
waiting long but never get bored.

A turtle head pops out of the reeds
the sun goes down but nobody leaves.

She is risky to take, glassy to break
Oh, gives me the chill the power of that six foot wave!

She lifts me up, sets me free
delightfully how I expect her to be.

While I ride the wave hard to the shore
steal her sparks and take her soul
my dog waits there to chase her foam.

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