Memories of Summer
Florida Keys
Let your piano breathe.
and vibrate the tiny hairs
on all your sensory organs.
they love it
Heat from your exhalations
cause the cool grass blades
to flush a shade greener.
it loves you
Lying on a cushion of air
face pressed into a pillow of water
open your eyes to the world of fish
you love them
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