Good Morning

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Sunday morning

I wake up early

for the first time

in a long time,

feeling refreshed.

I head to the beach, where

I want to run barefoot

on the sand,

feel the sea breeze

on my skin,

hear the ocean sounds

in my head.

Maybe it will help

me forget

all the mixed-up stuff

going on

in my life.

But I'm not the only one

who is up early.

A black Lab

runs over to me.

I bend down to pet him.

He drops a stick

at my feet.

"Sorry.

He loves to play fetch,"

Says the tan guy

with short,

blonde hair.

I laugh and say, "Okay."

Then I throw the stick into the ocean

and watch the dog

chase the stick

with everything

he's got.


Like if he loses that stick,

his life will never be the same.

The waves cover him

for a second,

but he bobs to the top

with the stick in his mouth.

And soon he is at my feet,

ready to play again.

"Good boy," I tell him.

His owner moves closer to me and says,

"His name is Bo."

"Good Bo." We laugh.

"And I'm Lyric."

"Lyric?

That's a cool name.

Do you sing?"

He breaks out

into an opera-style

redition of

You Are My Sunshine.

I laugh and applaud.

He takes a bow.

"Wow.

So you're not shy," I tell him.

"Not shy at all," He says

as he sits

on a piece of driftwood

and pulls on my arm

so I'm sitting

right next to him.

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