Heavenly Harley
Brown red shiny grey trees
twisting peeling upward
into canopies of myriad pastel leaves
waving over tightly clustered
rusting house trailers
A squeezed in deck with barbecue umbrella
and third hand lamp stand
the ever present plastic bucket upturned
by packing crates for table
A Harley rumbles gutturally behind
a cute converted hearse
Erotic plants, some in pots
weed up to camouflage and hide
tiny windows opened to the breeze
Another day in paradise beside
the ever flowing stream of traffic
From key to sundrenched key
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