Their Orange Suits written by: T. Ahzio   They comb the waves for him With jet ski, bucking waves Rider on a sled, pulled from behind Head down, searching underneath Each roll and curl of the tide’s game Back and forth they zigzag Their orange suits bobbing With reflections of the sun A constant twinkle upon the ripples Mosaic of light turning to glare We watch, longer than all our breaths Can hold, combined, in unison Gazing down at bits … Continue reading Their Orange Suits