True Grit

As

I'm

walking

the

beach

sand

is

heating

the

bottoms

of

my

feet

and

toes

as

the

warm

wind

blows

through

my

hair

lying

down

on

my

towel

I

get

comfy

while

thinking

the

ocean

really

is

something…

the

next

thing

I

know

a

cold

wet

nose

is

nudging

me

I

have

dozed

off

in

the

sun

apparently

gleefully

I

embrace

the

sweet

mutt

that’s

licking

me

unintentionally

I’m

being

a

bit

of

a

slut

as

I

forget

that

my

bikini

top

is

off

that’s

when

I

meet

the

owner

of

the

Weimaraner

at

the

end

of

the

leash

sheesh

he’s

kind

of

cute

although

a

bit

mute

at

least

at

the

moment

in

a

bit

he

sits

and

I

find

out

he

loves

women

with

hair

blown

messed

up

by

the

wind

covered

in

sand

and

sunscreen

lotion

that

don’t

mind

a

little

commotion

caused

by

his

happy

dog