I have the privilege to watch her walk along the beach at sunrise

She strolls down to the local grill

Close to where the fisherman have brought in their nightly catch.

It doesn’t get any better than this

The morning so still

The bustle of the dock

The darkest hour has stopped

Everyone with their keys to unlock

For what’s about to begin – the dreaded clock

Yes – tick tock tick tock

She strolls in - gets the same thing every morning.

Two eggs over easy.

Two strips of smoked bacon

Plain toast

Black coffee

For some reason, she sits to my right two stools

I wear my shades like I’m cool

As for me, I like my eggs scrambled

Sausage well done

Saturated buttered toast – strawberry jam

Grapefruit.

She reads every bit of the paper

I just read the sports, a few comics

Time slips away, it gets later

I’m in my flip flops and baggy shorts.

She goes down to the beach and dances in the water.

She might as well be naked in that wet t-shirt

All the old retired men swarm around her to flirt

She runs them off after about 10 minutes – nobody hurt.

She swims out into the gulf alone

Sometimes I think she’s half mermaid

The ocean her home

Or maybe even part manatee

I look for her through my telescope to see.

Where can she be?

Back on my deck, the morning quickly passes

Paradise doesn’t last

As time moves fast.

Shadows start to cast.

I don’t know where she goes

She disappears in the waves

But in the morning

There she’ll be

Walking along the beach.

If our eyes ever meet

I’m going to ask her where’s she’s been

But then, it’ll probably just start all over again.

Breakfast

Yesterday’s news

And salt water blues

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