A State of Mind of Maine of Florida

When the sun goes down in Maine Ice defines the name of winter Snow melts the hearts of children Who step inside to play Monopoly Fathers cut holes in the frozen lake There must be a fish or two to catch Florida hangs on to summer heat To surfboards and hurricane waves A flat land like an appendage clings To the southeast bottomed out Like a broken leg or lost foot dangled on a map And more than enough traffic to go nowhere fast Dolphins chirp like swollen birds They never heard of New England Or of cold in the far north places Where clouds swallow the sun whole Including day light in one big gulp Life remains the same in Maine A long distance from the sun People wear sunglasses to blot out visitors Who only go there to ski in winter Heat is the only spoken word in Florida English is a second language there Lightning strikes, sharks attack Alligators and crocodiles coexist Think of themselves as naturalized Blending in with the retired seniors Who also view themselves as citizens