Story of My Life

miami…
palm trees know how to block
the orange, setting sun
in just the right way to make it
all simply a sedative.
humid sticky air laps at
that spongy feeling
that the grass makes
aspiring to be a trampoline.
whirring air conditioners
compensate for nothing.
lies about furniture carvings,
and precautious raisins
–to lure the peacocks–
arranged through the living room.
life jackets sizes to small
still dot their way through
the vacant garage.

simplicity
White walls
Wooden floor
One bed
Plain chair
And a mug
To spill
Comforts to
A dry throat.