This is one of my most favorite poems in the world. I'm moved every time I read it. My friend, Barbara, wrote it, and she is graciously allowing me to post it here.



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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Midwest USA

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