Poetry · Poem (Translated From an Invented Gulf-Patois)
Island Song for Key West
A short lyric on the southern-most harbor at dawn.
The rooster wakes the pink stucco where the bougainvillea spreads its dry, magenta paper.
The sea-grape leaves are green plates scraped clean by the salt wind that blows from Cuba.
We walk the limestone lane before the heat becomes a wall and the tourists wake.