I was on the beach before seven, along
with twenty some other people walking
& swimming & at least half that many
dogs, nearly all the dogs in the water
swimming for sticks or balls or frolicking —
dripping from ears & tails. Not an umbrella
or beach chair in sight, a shallow lagoon
filled with undulating balloons of sand-
colored fish, waves too gentle to knock
down the Yorkie wanting to lick my hand.
After an hour the rising heat stripped me
down to my bathing suit, soon I lay on
my back, washed over by salty surges,
soothed until forgetting, empty, soft.
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