April 16, 2012 § Leave a comment

stepping out of the
air conditioned room
to look to the quadrant

of the Florida sky that
I heard the
local meteorologist say
would be holding Mars

I couldn’t fight the thoughts of
pulling a Houdini
and staying beachside forever

every night from here on in
would be spent
with you sleeping on fresh linen
and me with my sand covered feet

on the railing of a balcony
drawing slowly from a cold beer
and squinting upward

waiting for the God of war
to make an appearance


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