Blue-footed Booby
Graceful Vee of wing and curve of neck
laid out in sea foam on the beach—
it is as though you are making a final goofy move
on feet dressed up in blue first for dancing and then for love.
The means of your death is less a mystery to me
than what has left you and where it is now.
Perhaps, as I cup my hand through air above you,
I hold a part of you not soon enough departed.
Remembering those tiny sea turtles,
alone in the sea for moments,
picked off by the birds,
these mysteries worry me
like tiny flippers
resisting
that next great adventure
of the inside of a pelican
as I finally understand why anyone
would choose to have their ashes scattered at sea.
I have always dreaded descent
to the ocean’s dark floor,
when I could have been imagining
washing up on a favorite shore.


Lovely ending, Judy
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Thanks, Laura. Always look forward to your next poem…Judy
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Judy, this is so good, so so good. Kudos!
Best to You
john
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Well, I’m always inspired by your lovely and original serious poetry, John. Makes me slightly ashamed of my “fun” rhymed stuff. But then, it is so enjoyable to write and puts me in such a good mood. Anyway, being in this beautiful place so surrounded by death has turned me reflective. Always honored by your approval…Judy
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This was beautiful Judy. Reading your thoughts every day is such a pleasure. Thank you for sharing.
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Thanks, Sam.I enjoy your blog, as well. Judy
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A most elegant fellow, so eloquently eulogized.
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