Bubble Language School

Poetry for December 17th, 2022

Sleep comes when I imagine myself on a surfboard.

The lapping waves underneath and the warm sun on my back,

I wait for a wave, but am too far away from the break,

So I relax in the serene ocean with a nearby turtle,

popping up his head to bask in the Hawaiian sea.

Fade to black.

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