From a mile away ,I saw you coming.
I knew we would collide.
Knowing you were heading
toward me and did not move aside.
Instead, I began to make my way toward you.
I let go.
Not caring that I had a flu.
I gasped as I watched you grow.
I wanted to be hidden
Underneath your water umbrella.
So, I guided my surfboard into the forbidden.
Feeling like Cinderella.
I knew then that my surfboard
Was my ford.
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