To Live in Florida

Transplant

“It looks like it took”

The skeletal muscle was used

To walk the shores of the Atlantic Ocean

Where ladies lay until they resembled the red snapper

They would dine on that evening.

Where the cacophony of screaming children and paranoid parents

Was silenced

Only by man’s journey to beyond blue skies.

(But the skeletal muscle was meant to hike the northern trails)

 

“The body accepted it”

The fovea was used

To see the wait times that hung over

A never-ending line

That lead

To a quickly ending ride;

To take a picture of a man

Dressed like a mouse

Standing next to a melting mob

Dressed like a happy family;

To pick an oversaturated balloon

That was also overpriced and overvalued.

(But the fovea was made to read Homer under the shade of a sugar maple)

 

“It has not been rejected”

The heart was used

To keep the transplant alive

As it crossed over the Mason Dixon Line

And into the land of strip malls and orange groves,

The land of lost tourists and found natives,

The land of steamy sidewalks and stores the temperature of Pluto.

(But the heart was made for autumn days and winter nights)

 

Little poem I wrote about living in Florida.

To Rainy Pennsylvania

A few pictures from my drive through Pennsylvania.  I didn’t feel like getting my camera out so all these were taken and edited with my iPhone.  It’s always possible to shoot.

Enjoy

pa

rain

tunnel

ps- I wasn’t driving; I was in the passenger seat. SAFETY FIRST.

Also, sorry the formatting has been off on the pictures.  Not sure what’s up with that. Will look at it after sufficient sleep.