{"id":17048,"date":"2017-09-03T06:54:56","date_gmt":"2017-09-03T13:54:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/admin.patheos.com\/blogs\/monkeymind\/?p=17048"},"modified":"2017-09-03T06:54:56","modified_gmt":"2017-09-03T13:54:56","slug":"paradise-bar-tropics","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/monkeymind\/2017\/09\/paradise-bar-tropics.html","title":{"rendered":"For Some Paradise is a Bar in the Tropics"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<\/head>

\"Belize-Palapa98\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Thinking of my brother.
\nHe would have been sixty-eight today.
\nInstead he never saw fifty. <\/p>\n

We grew up cheek by jowl.
\nOur family was always on the move.
\nIn our formative years we only had each other.<\/p>\n

When we grew up I wanted to be a priest.
\nHe was cool and wanted to have a good time.<\/p>\n

In my imagination he\u2019s running a bar near the beach in Belize.
\nEvery day is a walk on the beach.
\nAnd every night is a party.<\/p>\n

Moss Grows Freely<\/p>\n

Donald Loren Ford<\/p>\n

Rest in Peace<\/p>\n