Dale Patterson

I decided against a favicon. My presence is easy

to find. Google me. No need to clutter your favorites

with another trendy marker. Anyway, as she requested,

we cremated mother. Her ashes floated in swirls

to the ocean. Our memories suffice for her stone.

From under my umbrella I can see a pink bathing cap

bobbing in mother’s wave, a fluorescent dot in a sea

of deep green. It bookmarks one of my favorites.