on the beach to make
my claim.
i dig the umbrella into
the sand,
roll out my
towel,
my wide sheet,
my cooler,
and then open up
my orange
chair.
i have a book a drink.
i'm facing
the ocean.
it's 11 a.m.
i wish you were here.
there's one
spot on my back
where i can't reach to
spread sunscreen.
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