by Sandra Krawciw
now you are four months old
propped against your pillows
between the mountains and the sea
like king kamehameha
your smile is sunshine
your baby gap nightie is soft as sand,
fresh with fallen stars
yours surfer toes stick out the bottom
but it is your arms
that give you away
they are paddles
your eyes ask for the ocean
you stand on the board of my lap
balanced between my hands
your face parallels the lip
your knees bend for the cut
your toes are on the nose
trade winds own your hair
barrels meet you from the left and right
you ride through
your people watch from the shore
of the bed
they are amazed at
this extreme performance
aloha sprays over us all
like a wave
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