Tuesday, 15 December 2020

The memory of my father is now a large white ship

(each suite a memory)

A large, white, gleaming modern cruise ship,

moving away from me on a windless day,

gliding down a flawless ocean

Under a flawless sky.


Far from a crushing affair, 

his passing was a dignified, tranquil conclusion

to a friendship 

by the wildest of mentors. 

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