Of an international adult playground
Trickling between my toes.
I watch
Juan Ponce de Leon
Swimming in our underground
River
Picking shells of bryozoans,
Leaving the mainland
Just above sea level.
Listening to the lisp of the sea
Curling on the tongues of
Bystanders
I listen to the torrential downpour
Disguised as rain.
Paddling through a city
Binging on humidity
Filled with splintered homes
Keeling sailboats in the bay
While
I kick my stilettos in the mud
Dancing with el nino’
My mind cracking coconuts,
Eyes blistering with salty sweat
Wishing on a rainbow
hanging west of Washington Ave.
White shadows shiver between
Powder puff seas of clouds
Palm trees blinking like casinos
(One would wonder if God
Gave birth to Neon)
A city of turning weather
Ripening berries on beds of poppies
With the murmur of water
Releasing vanilla air.
Living in a box of breath
I exhale.
Kiss me, Miami
For I have spread my crisp, linen sails.
