My dear friend Jerry bought an old sail boat
He has spent the summer fixing it up
Her name is Folly.
There is a float that begins the last parade of Mardi Gras every year
He and I have a long-standing tradition to watch it go by,
toast each other and say
"Made it through another one
the float is called "Folly Chasing Death"
a guy dressed as a harlequin flogs the Grim Reaper
what a wonderful metaphor to build your life on!
we went sailing
the idea was
I would crew for him
the actuality is
Jerry and I bicker
like brother and sister
"one of you will end up overboard
and , whichever one it is
you wont go easily"
I consider it a triumph
we both got back
In an inebriated moment he told me once,
Marti, you will get your own special room in Heaven"
I was touched
then I thought
"hmm, that could be because I'm so nice
it could be to keep me away from the general populace!"