Fort Myers Florida

I left out riding my bike down first street over looking the wildly calm river artist's lined bicentennial entrance way where Thomas Edison Rockefeller and Ford feasted on clams my mind wandered about the timing of the dem lights to brighten the garden lofts above the streets soft jazz from Billie holiday rang out down old Hendry street my heart strings mingled with the Sunday drivers passing by after mass fondly trying to pick me up leaving the shops it was noon it was damp the sun peeked in behind the gulf today a few children skipped by carrying balloons while the fishermen tossed nets near the shore sand collected beneath my toes as two boats docked this was home my life an yet the Caribbean whispered to me waves slammed against the stone walls I felt a few sprinkles I quickly dashed into the book store on the corner while the aroma of fresh French bread gather all of my senses luring me to a sit down with brunch tiny raisin bagels diced mangos inside a vintage wine glass one thousand sparrows flew backwards within the breeze as I rest on the steps of St Francis