the road to
no name key
has power lines now
slicing the wind across the water
still choppy
boldly unpredictable
half a dozen key deer
grazing in reach of a woman
tending her small cottage front yard
sheltering near shadowy mangroves
filling in like a forest
when left alone
off-road
the thicket
covers my bicycle
stopping
at the endangered key deer posting
without authorization
i guess i'm supposed to piss myself
i break the rules and join the other
animal intruders
long live those anarchist
pelicans ospreys turkey buzzards
meeting up later
with highway one
the mad and only highway to key west
what's left for the hair on my legs
just about
gets a shave
crazy-driven (textin?) camaro
keeping that pearl color body
sculpted
like a true party animal
--- e b bortz
(published in earth notes and other poems, Least Bittern Books, 2015)
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