Priscilla Van Valkenburgh

Florida Sunsets

Our goal is to reach the shore where the Tiki hut serves our favorite, sweet, icy, piña coladas. The walker taps rhythmically as it progresses down the long wooden path. Those bare legs, wobbling out of her Bermuda shorts, exhibit a tangled, blue, external map of her vascular system. Her fading mind's more tranquil now as she totters toward the pink glow of the Florida Gulf sunset.

lost in the loud blare
of sizzling salsa–
drifting pelicans