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THE LAST TIME I WAS
IN FLORIDA

 

I walked next to the ocean in Jupiter,
felt warm sand between my toes,
cool ocean waves against my feet,
enjoyed a picnic lunch near the Loxahatchee River,
then putt putted in a boat that saw better days
to an island once inhabited by a trapper,
ate fried chicken on a beach at high tide,
delicious fresh seafood at a place called Leftovers,
heard cool jazz in a club.
I can't wait to go back.

 

From That’s Life: New and Selected Poems