On the backs of flamingos

Flocked to the horizons,

Florida fruit fallen from groves

Piling up in droves and droves.

Scoot over! To make room for lemons.

The air is sweet and full of changes,

Flamingos with their salmon-heavy bellies

Watch with lazy envy

As hasty charcoal M’s pass by.

Meanwhile, the citrus in all its zest

Chitters, chuckles, chatters,

Anticipating more to come.

The sky in its delightful spread

Yawns and stretches wildly,

As it awaits the midnight plums.