You could make a Bible movie out of this

I carried my surfboard across a bridge
(it was actually a pier
              extending far out into the ocean
the wood was very old & sections had petrified
                              into a deeply veined off-white stone
              resembling perhaps marble?)

a steep incline drenched in corrugated
              steel on the flipside of a delta slide version of
I Wanna Be Your Dog
                              with subsidiary barking harmonicas
              & tide charts in the upper register

a real heartbreaker

beneath the ripple patterns & regret
              tombstoned in the palomino sand

The tide washes over making it (the sand) darker
                              as though in shadow she said
beneath a swarm of gulls swirling
              in the heavy sky over Ocean Street