My Little Red Rental

Pristine morning sun
Slices across water
Illuminating a welcoming sea

My shiny red race car waits impatiently for that sticky wax rub;
His clue that we’re getting closer
My speed demon wants to ride again

Her salty fingers of deep green sea draw us in
We sprint and in one smooth motion
Slide into the glassy foaming surface

Allowing her tentacles to drag us out
My little red rental and I swerve to position
Her taxi ride was far enough

Splash!
From the sandy floor, green swirling clouds remind us
Of our purpose

To surf.

We stand up as a rolling wave passes through
And as one
We surf