Black Water Smack
Throughout our lives, Dad and I have done many things together.
From graduating Crayola crayons to fishing and wiffleball.
To tune-ups on secondhand cars, casinos, and funerals.
In the parking lot after one particularly salty funeral:
Dad and I were holding memorial flowers and vases
The eulogist barked, "Don't forget to pour out the water.
Side by side and on cue,
Dad and I clownishly poured the flower water
onto the funeral home parking lot.
It hit with a surprisingly cartoonish smack...
Getting our shoes soaking wet.
I like to think that brother angel was giggling with us. Once again.
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