I get a postcard in the mail
from the karrikers in Miami.
come soon, it says.
we miss you.
we'd like to see you this
year.
a flamingo is on the front
of the glossy card,
pink against a pale
blue sea.
we have oranges here,
it reads. we have plenty
of room.
come before it's too hot.
before we're too old
to walk, to hear or see.
come soon before kenny dies.
he's not well.
we have cable tv.
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