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A State Of Mind Of Maine Of Florida
When the sun goes down in Maine
Ice defines the name of winter
Snow melts the hearts of children
Who step inside to play Monopoly
Fathers cut holes in the frozen lake
There must be a fish or two to catch
Florida hangs on to summer heat
To surfboards and hurricane waves
A flat land like an appendage clings
To the southeast bottomed out
Like a broken leg or lost foot dangled on a map
And more than enough traffic to go nowhere fast
Dolphins chirp like swollen birds
They never heard of New England
Or of cold in the far north places
Where clouds swallow the sun whole
Including day light in one big gulp
Life remains the same in Maine
A long distance from the sun
People wear sunglasses to blot out visitors
Who only go there to ski in winter
Heat is the only spoken word in Florida
English is a second language there
Lightning strikes, sharks attack
Alligators and crocodiles coexist
Think of themselves as naturalized
Blending in with the retired seniors
Who also view themselves as citizens
Copyright ©
Earl Schumacker
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