This Is Key West
Sunlight dances on dew.
A cock crows in the distance.
The faded scent of the sea
escorts my morning stroll.
As I pass the dock,
my step keeps time to the
gentle moan of a sloop in tether
and the island emerges.
The turquoise promise of infinite sky
beckons me
and I wonder what
will be of the day
A faint rumble of pots and pans
confirms my suspicion
of coffee and bacon
and draws me in.
I think,
This is Key West.
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2017
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