The bald sky is looking down on me...

Its breathing in my face...

My arms feel the weight of feathers...

Spreading like cardinals in the afternoon...

Trees are saying "Hello"

Dancing with the conversations...

People...

Shouting rivers of words...

I might just drown,

But I wouldn't mind...

Cars racing towards the future...

Speed demons...

Fire left on the concrete...

And the glass still glimmers...

Even on the masks of these particulars...

I just might eat here,

Where the hurricanes can watch...

Tear down my soul if you can...

It'll sink,

But never wither...

Under the twilight that is graced in my eyes...

Starry they are...

I feel like the gates have opened in my face...

Please don't break this mirror...

Please, don't do it...

...

Sweet, Florida...

Your sunset cheeks are filled with freckles...

Sweet, Florida...

Your days eliminate my fears...

No more...

Now, we surf on them...

Like a sweet life...