the pinnacle of my miami
my heart is broken but not dead
the visibility of the artist upon the fixture
monsters shadow the surrounding environment
while tickling the clouds
congruity collapses
the fake flamingoes no longer stand
in our neighbor's yard
for they are burried under the weight of the monstersAfter a lifetime dealing with Floridas environmental problems, this is what I came up with. Opinions needed?Interesting poem. Graceful images. Well done!
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