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Board Waiting

The sun rises and sets every day by the touch of a button.

Gears crank, and the chain pulls open the garage door

Revealing if my master will ride me.

I wait with others like me, chosen for when it’s just right.

I am my master’s favorite;

It’s evident to them all.

I am carved with elegance like David

More fragile because I’m foam and glass.

The salt has dried and crusted on my body;

Maybe today I can wash myself off in the waves.