The Board, The Seed, The Entryway

Part I
It started on a notion,
A notion from an adrift mind,
Lost in a movie from a ’73 Maltese.
The idea was simply to be simple,
One fin, many lines of rocker balanced barrels,
Short trunks, long hair, no realistic cares.
Then she finally came,
There was the love from the ocean, a well-folded tailbone, returned by ink,
Declaring the gift.
The idea had been passed around,
The persuasion glided with ease,
A rack was built, well calculated and relatively sturdy,
A room became a boy’s bay, covered by the perfect yellow soy base;
He shirtless with coffee based homemade shorts, eyed, analyzing respectively,
He eyed the measurements, from the footprint type storybook scenes curves were sanded,
Happily breathing in the garments of the new ride, pride filled his lungs.
With the aide of a freely owned, friendly borrowed car, the canvas found its way,
A more professional shaping bay became a temporary home,
Decisions settled, money transactions of trust took place,
Surfer to surfer.
Then eight days of patienceless boyhood joy ticked away,
With another friendly borrow and grand thank you,
And the same kind of sea salted trust the glass was covered.
His hair was longer, body fit, wetsuit picked, and so he drove,
He flew with the windows down and with Jimi blaring, all that was left was a change,
And a scamper, he could tell;
Life was about to change.