Life is that long walk from the parking lot
To the perfectly placed beach blanket.
You carry everything in one trip,
Helpless to anyone who wants change.
With each pant, you praise that yellow and white square
Neatly floating on the sand, beckoning you.
Your hopeful eyes pan the area for solitude from others who’ve beaten you.
More steps required. Your grip is ebbing. Items are falling.
They cascade from your bent arms.
You bend over. It’s no use.
The chaos of too much stuff
Wins.
Your journey is now over.
Relax to the blare of music you hate.
Let the dog run over the damn blanket,
You forgot the umbrella.
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