Mari-Beth wore her
glorious flamed-hair
piled high in a careful
musssed affair- gliding
into the OutRigger hang-
out - that place with
the hatch cover tables
and the concrete floor
dart board in the corner
burgers on the grill -
back there in St. Croix
USVI - She wore a flowy
white organza shirt and
linen slacks -ordered some
pink drink and let her Peke
take tiny sips as we all
listened to her roll out
a sweet-strap-molasses
southern drawl -all of
us barefoot-flip-flopped
expats - in cut-off jean
shorts, tee-shirts and
bathing suit tops -
brown from windy sun
on sailboats - salty
from afternoon swims
dried off and drinking
cold Heinekins in
icy green bottles as
she told of china-berry
tales ....
Oh... wait "bury" ?
Love you all - each and every one of you here - those who are familiar faces and voices - those new-to-me fellow travelers - I love each syllable drifting down this Street grown so bustling - and though the voices have over years gone by expanded into a chorus worthy of a tabernacle we still make sweet poetic music together... Happy April - Happy PAD Challenge - Adieu - until next April or next Wednesday - happy poeming ....
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