GLENN ERICK MILLER
Florida offers lush landscapes, infinite sunshine, and a chance for renewal. But its footing as a place of refuge and joy continues to shift as easily as its miles of sandy shoreline. These poems speak to the longing for human connection and the promise of permanency. At the same time, they revel in satire and the irony of setting down roots in a paradise that may soon be under water.
"Intelligent and witty, the type of writing that has the confidence to appear not to take itself too seriously without undermining that everything we think, see, and feel is serious, no matter how trivial we determine it to be. Very highly recommended."
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ALLIGATOR
I’ll see you later
when the rainy season roars in
and the snowbirds preen their feathers
and fly back north.
I’ll see you later
when the sugar cane burns
and our nostrils fill with
butterscotch smoke.
I’ll see you later
at the runway’s edge
where Lear jets scream
bringing billionaires
to the Everglades Ball.
I’ll see you later
beside the water hazard,
you a low-slung armored tank
in a world of drink carts and plaid shorts.
I’ll see you later
behind Starbucks—
no, the other Starbucks,
on 9th Street—
no, the other 9th Street,
besides the Walgreens—
no, the other Walgreens—
the one with the liquor store.
I’ll see you later, too,
down at the zoo,
where there are dozens
of you.
I’ll see you later, say,
in the year 3028,
when I wake from a deep freeze
to state,
“You, my friend,
haven’t changed a bit.”