bird,
flying south to Florida before
the snow
falls,
before the ice
sheets
the road.
it's a little house
on the water,
he fishes,
he swims, he takes his
small boat
out
when the water
is calm.
he'll be back though in March.
the heat
is too much.
the lizards and gators.
i'll pick him
up at the airport soon
with his
Panama hat
and cane,
tired of the sun.
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