He has in hand a video of The Endless Summer
And though it is many years since summer has been
Endless and he knows nothing of riding the waves
And lots about being a timid soul afraid of deep water,
He is not without understanding, seeing the woman
In the short skirt and see-through blouse ahead of him
On the line, what the mystique of the hero is
That causes a woman to open herself to those
Who live beyond the quotidian, sensing they will
Be there only for a while and partially at best,
The oceans calling to them even as they lie
In seeming peace in their lovers’ queen-size beds.