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I loved this poem the moment I read it, many years ago. My friend, Barbara, wrote it, and has graciously allowed me to publish it here.

close-up of sand and wave
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This map of the Keys,

with their left-handed sweep

to Key West

reminds me of the small

of your back

arched in summer

spanning yellow days,

highway fever receding -

My fingers search the seven-mile bridge

and secret shoals,

feel your traces

in the hollows.

Then you reach into my maelstrom,

haul me out

with your Texas keel,

your Atlantic sail.

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