Gated
Driving in, I spotted her.
Standing in the only shade for blocks
on a boulevard of vast divergence,
but little in the way of trees,
with layered clothing, a knit beanie, and boots … Read moreGated
True Florida Stories
Driving in, I spotted her.
Standing in the only shade for blocks
on a boulevard of vast divergence,
but little in the way of trees,
with layered clothing, a knit beanie, and boots … Read moreGated
, not being from the mire but still in it,
make steeples of my hands, each joint wooden like
the inner ribbing, and I dive into the shallow
brown-green muck, and algae clings to my nose hair … Read moreNorth of south
Payne drapes over the edge of the world, billowing grass like holiday finery on the steady backs of old wood tables … Read moreOn the even prairie
St. Augustine grass leaves rice-sized red bumps on the back of my thighs … Read moreFlorida in the Hottest Months