a postcard
from florida says
come soon.
a pair of lips
have kissed
a spot
below the words,
love,
june.
we have oranges,
it reads,
we have
sun.
we have beaches.
take
off your boots
get out
of the snow,
pack lightly,
we'll make room.
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