
A rainy, cold morning at the beach
With my dog and I
And a woman with a dainty umbrella,
Her gaze taking up the entire beach
As if it were packed with sunbathers.
I hesitate to break her silence
And so does the dog.
He heels
Which he never does when I want him to,
Or maybe it’s her umbrella—I wait
For a hypnotic twirl.
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