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.