a
red sun can wake up a storm
follow
the blue jays into hiding
the
inside of a hawk's mouth
is
red with prey
after
all in a dog-eat-dog world
it's
best to keep an eye out
for
your neighbor
the
canine barks like paul revere
but
it doesn't mean you'll be woken
i've
walked the streets of key west
long
before the new crop of poets
decided
to move on
and
leave the dusty stacks
of
bent ears and coffee stains
idling
in red sweat along frances street
the
cemetery is always shifting blue
but
the sky forgot
where
the blue coral streaks have gone
the
beach is only a temporary landing
carry
a navigational map
next
to your heart
still
beating smooth
like
a manta ray shadow
--- e b bortz
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