the joy of a bankable memory
sun on river
boys sleeping safely stowed in bunks below
smiles
a whole week
only bright light days
capture this and grasp it tight
a souvenir for dimmer times
a bankable memory
blown out of the water
the shock of the sharp stinging attack
apologies spewing from my mouth
yes I am to blame
i crumple
absorbing the slurring beery onslaught
another hope in me shrinks smaller still
grief for the loss of that bankable memory never stored