My doting mother calls to me from our beach blanket,

“Time to go, make sure and rinse your feet!”


I run down to the waterline after a day of splashing,

wriggle my feet, jiggle my toes – I’m good to go.


But wait….halfway back up the beach…

Impossible is defined.


I then realize there are much easier requests

coming from much saner and more colorful beach umbrellas –

our family vexation.


Carol Clark

April 3, 2020

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