STORMS: THE WAY WE LOVE LAGUNA

Riding ribbon roads 
that rock like a raft
on rough seas
flying by
while the surf pounds
down town
and the street signs
swing in the night gale
and the tide swims 
under the boardwalk
for a look at the streetlights
reflecting red disco party
splashes in its wake
rain comes begging
for an encore
dropping applause 
on my soft top
while i maze in the
dark city streets.