To know that you can walk away is enough
in time the colors fade
you fall to your knees, hear voices, see God, etc.
revising the concrete (surfstyle)
a few more scrapes & bruises to add to the collection
ie, THE CODE OF THE WEST
& a beer can sonata for the Jesuit surf team
paddling out at the Lane
or remember how someone else may have said it
& how easy it was to forget?
The Code of the West is not a dream
unless cormorants & pilot whales dream
as if to say I will do the watusi on your watery grave
as shown in the hydrostatic surveillance video
offered as evidence
beneath the ragged, cathedral palms