- We Went on the Boat
It was our pride and joy, that boat.
We’d go to Key West every Fall.
We made our pact there as we both suffered from the plague.
Now I’m here next to David’s cold body – pale blue masque on.
He made the leap; he had escaped.
I sold that boat…
© Richard A. Martin, Jr., 2016
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