a hot wind blows out of the west
from whence comes summer storms
storm tossed muddy waters of an inland sea
the bamboo screen lifts repeated like a coquette with a busy skirt
a flirting skirt like that fiercely yellow hibiscus that caught my eye the other day.
a frentic florid dance of spring building to a runner's pace
rushing to that finish line known as summer
where all is languid once more
and all the flowers are hot house flowers
only they are not fragile here
as Florida is a hot house in summer
the whole darn state.
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