Florida

The Florida sky is a soft cotton canvas over tart groves that, in the late afternoon break wide with thunder and rain I am so glad for that rain it is daily it is aloe vera It makes me new sinking and carrying my year out to the ocean to become anonymous to have no owner The year ran deep and broke my spirit This tear fell often As I learned and walked with stony friends and bruised feet As I loved too hard and trusted too much As I let hands lay hold of me and pull my golden hair As I blurred my days together with wretching secrets and shaking fingers.... I am finally glad glad for the rain and the hush of the world between lawnmowers and sun showers between crunchy crab grass and squeaky beach sand between family smiles and the miles I walked to be here, away in Florida