ebbortz

Friday, December 30, 2016

no-name lagoon

nothing more than a big puddle
about a mile in
from the main road
on no-name key

the deer path has been
traveled hard
more beat-up
than a woody guthrie song
or kerouac ground level
lookout post

the gnats roost
on the water's edge
like the hens
on white street
in key west

the water's brown
with a faint smell
of sulfur
which i can't
for the life of me
really smell

but there's hard ocean rock
and coral
poking thru the soul
turkey vultures swarming
like hot air currents
above a songbird or two
deserted in their nests
a viewfinder
looks beyond

--- e b bortz

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