warm
spilling on the sidewalk
running over the sticky stuff
near sloppy joe's
key west if you want it
there's your metaphor
every blind spot
comes out of the closet eventually
messy nonetheless
as sunset celebration misses again
mountains of empty clothing
piling up at big pine flea market
thrift stores under their bulges
call it excess
like yachts gathering moss
in a wall street kind of funk
everybody (knows) then squirms
inside their earphones
duval street is a makeover
not
just sayin
it might be
last go-a-round
--- e b bortz
