In The Keys
Once I walked about streets in Key LargoBelow unkempt branches, on shell encrusted sidewalks
I glimpsed the ocean through open air garages
Of pastel beach houses
My feet were bare because it felt appropriate
Caught between stones and yellow painted lines
I breached between sand blown astray and stiff grass
It was everything I hoped it would be
Earlier on when I awoke to the breeze through the screen
The sun high against the retreating tide
All this brown and rinkled skin
Dark, large sunglasses
I am free as a bird
The most beautiful person on this whole entire earth
Imagining what it could be like to live here
And what the people feel
Simple thoughts sweep along in the Keys
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