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  • sherna3
    • Jul 11, 2016
    • 1 min read

Miami Thrice


Ah, the 305.

The 786.954.754.561

The heat

The beat

The re-treat

Where visitors

and ‘gators

lounge around

basking,

and former generals,

presidents and dictators,

barons

and their ladies

chill.

They’re not here to shrill

Sometimes the hunters and the hunted

do a stare-down,

four eyes behind tinted glasses

across steamy streets.

They sit at marble and granite tables

With their rum punch, cigars,

café

and latte

Behind them: actions,

pulpit, politics,

power

and might.

Big rims of hummers

double M’s (Mercedes, Maseratis)

double R’s (Rolls Royce)

bling and gin

Before them: reactions,

Dr. Scholls, Web MD,

Honda

And Accord.

After iced tea on the verandah,

some may wander.

Bedtime at dusk

becomes a must

It’s all just par for the course

In the 305.

The 786.954.754.561

The heat

The beat

The re-treat

From: Three Echoes Dancing


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