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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