The Maiden of the Surf

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Amidst the smouldering heat of the city,
Stands a casual babe clad in black,
Hidden beauty, untamed spirit,
Underneath a surfer shack T-shirt.
Hair swept back,
Casually caught in a leather thong,
A girl in the crowd,
Standing with the anonymous multitude,
By the bus stop to nowhere.
Far from sun, sea and surf,
Deep depths dwell within her,
Perfume promise of the sea and undiscovered land,
A heady scent of summer's caress.
She aches to be free,
With the wind streaming her hair behind,
Sun and spray falling on her sun kissed shoulders,
Surfing with angels on the breeze,
Laughing to the four winds,
Smiling at the memory of the baking city,
Savouring this life,
Of the rising spray,
At once alive and free.
The maiden of the surf,
No longer bound to this earth,
Sparkling in the crisp morning mist,
Floating above the wave tops.
All this is seen in a single moment,
Which departs on the bus to nowhere,
Leaving only the scent of the ocean mist.
Dissolving memories in the hot still air.