Water-Logged Letter Jacket
It's Mr. Popular down there.
All around athletic type.
Every girl in school
had a crush on him at one point.
Honor roll since preschool.
Scholarship to his college of choice.
That's who's down there.
Underneath the water.
Below the swimmers and boats.
Dead,
bloated,
rotting,
gone.
I can't help but imagine him
stuck under that rock,
his one arm floating upwards,
reaching, for the life he'll never have.
His crystal blue eyes open,
drowned in sadness,
wanting to know, like me,
why? Why a beautiful life had to end.
From the 7/4/06 drowning.
