Coral Springs

*
From the cockpit you could see
the moon
asleep
on a pillow of clouds.

*
Tell me, Miranda,
do you miss Jamaica?

You say,
I miss the voice
of satin waves.

*
We spent
all afternoon in Coral Springs
auscultating
palm trees,
sea shells,
and the ocean breeze.

*
This morning
the sky was the color
of a cyanotic baby.
Asphyxiated with vines
and oleander stems.

Finally, the sun rose in stilts.
And morning broke
into a million pieces.