Sun and surf are in my blood.
I’m at the beach, and here I’ll stay.
My blanket and umbrella show
my territory for the day.
My surfboard’s ready for the waves.
A sandcastle guards my food and chairs.
While drying off, I’ll play guitar,
and wear a hat from Mexico.
In case I want to play around,
I’ve coconuts and a beach ball.
My suitcase has fresh clothes in case
I decide I won’t go home.
The only thing to make me leave
is if my dog must poop or pee.
published in Medusa's Kitchen
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