Tuesday, August 25, 2020

before the hurricane

blew it to bits
the island counter top
in the kitchen
let the poems & ants
mingle like a quiet
off-season mosquito coast
no parallels with hemingway
or humphrey bogart key largo
storms and words come & go
it's hard to find a beginning
if you dwell in the endings

plywood is at a premium
as the winds pick up from the south
every body of sweat like the surf
brings you to another precipice
before you drip in unison with the marsh
mangroves bend
trying to hold the roots
like anchors

vultures & turkey vultures
hide until it all blows over
iguana highway     the last resting place
for the stragglers
dead or alive

--- e b bortz

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