flower parade
oh florida
I love your rain
& venetian blinds:
red parade of tiny flowers in the pool
open yesterday closed today
blown off your stems by the storm:
dead bees float along
transparent winged
dark bodies
slivers cut from fingernails:
pistils bee food ambers
I swim the pool through petals end
to end
each time I stop to breathe
the flower parade
comes toward me as if I am a city:
street under my chin over my breasts
my broken wrist:
2 mourning doves at the rim coo
puffed chests
they jump along the edge
