cold and blue
the body you sailed
for fifty two years
lays beached on the carpet.

Two med techs
strip your swim trunks
and without ceremony
lift you onto a gurney
roll you out the door
and down the steps
to their waiting van,
Charon’s skiff.

Clear sky,
firm breeze,
a day to
put out
to sea.

by Ray Freed

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I have to read further after this bloater of a poem Ray! lol I feel sick now. great poem though! 10 from Tai, swimming for her life! lol or at least treading water