All you
sky blue
dead things.
There will
be no
In Memoriams,
just a beer
lifted in
honor
of your passing.
2020-0416
On a Beach in Yucatán
The sea bleeds green
algae on the white sand blooms.
The afternoon is pungent
with her seaweed scent.
My children
play volleyball
behind me,
as I watch
my wife,
in the blue kayak,
slowly paddle
toward the far horizon.
MR
2020-0416
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