A Cold Man
He loved travel,
Long trips…
He took pride in being,
In his own words,
A cold and often cruel
Son-of-a-bitch.
She smiled as the door
Closed. She would not
Miss him. She thought
with the thonk of the door
And the snick of the lock,
The travel arrangements
And appropriate papers
In hand she called the
Valet company.
She waved as the freighter
Left port headed for
the Triboloff Islands.
The container was well
in the depths of the frozen
storage in the hold of the
freighter. She was on her way
to the airport headed for Aruba.
Laughing she threw away the
Claim ticket for the six foot ice chest
On board the freighter.
The Cold Cruel Son-of-a-Bitch
Was on his final long journey.
When you step
off the edge
When you choose to
step off the edge,
(remembering ancient maps
when mariners thought
the world was flat)
“ there be dragons there”,
AND they are your own—
ride em , slay em
or flee. There still be
Dragons there.
And they are still your own.
Having befriended most
Of my Dragons or put
them to rest,
and retired my sword
I prefer riding Dolphins.
