The Emerald Ship Poem by RIC BASTASA

entertain no
grief over the sinking
of the emerald ship

ships sink
it is not unusual
in this ocean of blue
dark blue
ships normally sink
lots of ships
their numbers
unrecorded

we do not have
to grieve anymore
about the losses
we accept them
as diaries of
the most common
day

when we meet again
i do not say anything
grief is not part of our vocabulary
we can talk about anything
the usual moon and stars and
suns and rivers
those beach umbrellas in
rainbow colors
beer foams, steamy diddums
dim lights
resort huts, starry skies
jokes,
leave law books and
principles

for now
there is only trivial talk
sort of variation
from too much dipping
diving into
whirlpools of
serious doubts

hold on to a glass of beer
take a look at that sexy woman
passing by