remember when
our father
was dying?
when we hung
for hours
at that place
by the canal?
2 for one
margaritas
and that warm breeze
and soft afternoon rain?
how we watched
the deck hand
shoveling leftover bait
off the boat to the birds
and watched the pelicans
tear it to shreds?
keith pearson was born and raised in new hampshire and works at a local high school in the math department.
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