Key West
Steel toe aimed at the world of south
Hobnail hole in the point of the boot
Cursing the waves kicking the mouth
Sticks out more like a middle finger
Rounded stud of southern most point
Everything dark that seems to linger
Butterfly gardens Hemingway’s cats
Islanded theme park oversize ships
Old men at sea not slickers nor hats
One day my daughter’s daughter’s
Future attraction for scuba tourists
Fascinates no one to dive the waters
Swarming scooters conch train bus
Waiting for nothing the tourists pass
Beasts of the south coming to eat us
Stately processions immutable ways
White king in the north wobbly gone
Unravel in fickle unseasonable days
Everyone rushes western shore sunset
Pretending summer and party unending
Breakwater’s stoned we drink to forget
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