Final Vestiges of Antigua

Cooled off to take a sip; two. Greedily waking up; fading of the whole cup - butterflies, trees, flowers; drips touching the final vestiges of Antigua. Fear ascended into the canopy, slid along the line; work gloves, gripping. Incomplete instructions, lack of common sense, slowed me down, with my feet off the ground. Grounds remind me, in this creamy, courage cup to not give up, keep going with support. I had to leap, to land but otherwise I had support. She, too, had courage, sans my tears, my heart-pounding, insane fear of flying; her words fly; she’s shorter than I. She lands on her feet. I’m behind. My friend - a curious word; we shared a towel, kissed dolphins; I hit her in the head with a pingpong paddle (playing doubles). Too close, these icons of finance (we sailed upon a -ship with). Friendship ebbs and flows. You sea, you don’t need to pay. Breach causes a realization. Suck- cession of time and space, happy place, but I soak in the memories of once upon a time. Sipping, sliding, incomplete instructions, gliding, gladdened by adventure; and even the brevity of affection.