soberly blue Boca Raton
a panoramic Atlantic
80 degrees F
I’m drinking
two citrus peachies
with a pelican
why quarrel with the doctor
over jumbo shrimp
when you can just
pocket the raving sun
see it soar over us
(we use our lushest saucers)
at this pink resort where there’s
no need for windows
and your chauffeur has to
take a boat across the
Intercoastal Waterway
