Florida
Warm Key Lime Pie
Sitting on the lemon-green windowsill.
Snaking scents of bittersweet sugar
Ascending in the air and traveling
West, forced by the bursts of wind
From the salty green sea to the east.
I stood on my porch with a lime
In my right hand,
Florida on my mind.
To my right, the ocean waves
Slapped the shore
With electric resonance.
Ocean water, green like the lime in my hand,
Just as bumpy,
Just as flowing.
The salt in the air mingled
With the sweet of the pie
Above my head,
Keeping me tied in a bind
With Florida on my mind.
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