80 Poems in 80 Days: 4

Islamorada

The shores still have
spells of Katrina
speckled on carcasses
of homes built
of little more than
sunshine.

80 Poems in 80 Days: 3

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Peace flows from the water
in twirling waves,
on the bank we hope
it is infectious.
I hope it takes
us all.

80 Poems in 80 Days: 2

Religion
Key West, Fl

On the Southernmost Docks
we worship the sunset,
hypnotized by our star
as if it were a newborn savior
paying for our deeds
day after day, hoping
it will never stop setting
and rising while we still
inhabit the horizon.

80 Poems in 80 Days: 1

Outside the war
we simmer in July
playing with sparks and pigment
fire and grease and heat
with aphrodisiacs
split lobster tails that lay
like hearts after a rapture,
with songs that press
against the hollow harbor womb
and die at sea, forgotten,
and silently, we note
the war
as outsiders do, and rub
against the night like
static on a tar balloon.