A bottle of Gentleman Jack (his drink of choice) for libations later on, posed with the Frisian-Holstein cow lighter Lance gave me. It no longer works (flames came out its nostrils when the horns were pulled back), but I wouldn't dream of tossing it out. This was Lance.
A Rainy Day at the Beach
Late May is no guarantee
nor is time or averages
a good life or a kind heart
Soggy jeans, beachcombing
pummelled brolly; gentle lapping
a bleak hushed beauty
Continue on, say goodbye
I’m sorry I didn’t visit more
I was avoiding someone else
#InMemorium #poetry #smallpoems