Reading Between A and B
Check out four poems posted at Reading Between A and B.
More than the white sand
darkened by the tides
More than the smell of the ocean
overpowering my dark moods
or even the army of shooting stars
kamkazeeing into the Gulf’s warm waters
I think of you, Spanish moss
who I hadn’t seen before or since.
I could never find your origin
understand how you came
to cover the trees.
To me, you were like snow
that never melted-excessive, decorative, picturesque.
I liked the mystery, so
I allowed you to remain one.
You were like a woman that way.
So it’s with infatuation
that I think of you now when I think of Florida,
wondering if you retain your beauty,
fascinating me still.