I find keys keen to please,let him in

well lift him gently up, wind window down

so as the breeze blows away flecks

of fluff from his ears, sends sounds of sea in instead

he’s an old dog, mumbles in sleep

But in car going to the beach, he’s keen

We get out,

Or I do and he lurches, sits back, waits

knows his paws won’t hold the tough

rounded body that once was light and

four feet were enough

…We walk on sand, he pads paws covered,

then across strands of other feet, paws, webbed

wanderings

we avoid dotted blotted in the wet sand,

bluebottle jellyfish

like tiny spaceshuttles crashed

at crazy angles

we see another dog sea tulip engorged,

paws straining to break its head in his maw

Igor tries for ambitiously for a line of  bladderkelp.

He’s persuaded away by a labradoodle

Silly  name from someone’s noodle.

We walk for long enough

His tongue hangs out, he

skitters sideways from tiny rivulets of sea foam and wave running at him

Gulls wheel, swallows swoop, waves glisten

I wish we could be at the sea at peace

everyday.