South of the Border
I know the land where the lemon-trees flower,
South of the border, in the Sunshine State.
Where the warmth lifts up a lithesome sunflower
and the sour juice cleanses my fruitful plate.
The warm breezes
my wan spirit seizes.
The palm trees sway.
I dance with them.
I know the land where the lemon-trees flower,
where my ivory skin tans and citrus dyes my hair,
where the scent of the beaches overpower,
into the loving eyes of a weeklong vacation I stare.
The warm breezes
my wan spirit seizes.
The palm trees sway.
I dance with them.
Yes, I know that scented peninsula, so close
to my home, that undulates like waves with gentility.
The coconut beaches pound out its mighty prose
and I sing with open palms, bare feet and fertility.
The warm breezes
my wan spirit seizes.
The palm trees sway.
I dance with them.
7/31/2018
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