Met her in a record store in Downey <br />in 1963, <br />she was fourteen. <br />A coy smile and a round pretty face <br />golden hair and a yellow bow <br />over her ear. <br />she was quiet, shy, crossed her arms <br />and her chubby bare feet when she spoke <br />causing bedlam, <br />churning sensations, heart flutter <br />Miserlou pounding in my forehead. <br />Tikkis and coca mattes and “Angry Sea, ” Barefoot Adventure” “ Golden Breed” <br />posters next to a cut out of <br />Sammy Lee and his cannon ball wipeout, <br />pinned on sea green paisley wallpaper <br />In her surfer den bedroom. <br />Mindful to put my feet down <br />When her dad passed the open door <br />Or her mom came in with sandwiches <br />I had no idea what I was doing then, <br />No more than now. <br />We still drive down to “Old Man’s”. <br />Spend the day surfing next to the twin <br />mounds of” Dolly Parton”.<br /><br />George Murdock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tikki/
