O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum,
holding quiet conversations with an early moon.
Key West sank downward under massive clouds
you will feel against your ankles as you pass through.
Langston Hughes | Let America Be America Again
Elizabeth Alexander | Praise Song for the Day
Amy Lowell | Lilacs
Wallace Stevens | Farewell to Florida
Lucie Brock-Broido | Domestic Mysticism