I've fallen behind in posting the monthly poems, which are still going out to the box for the passers by. The last two months have been poems about my father, now gone, who was a Sailor in WWII. This is the poem for May:
You Rest
You fell among the fishes for a while
Perhaps a sunfish saw you pass
One dinner plate of sight
Just catching the glint of brass
Too deep already for the mourning words
The tinny music there above to reach you
And the gentle rasp of the flashing shoes
Upon the coated deck
It’s left to me the imagining
The tumble through the cold
And darkening
The way you might have done
And the settling there a bit atilt
The dust of the universe drifting down
Around your place upon the silt
Where still you rest
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