Travel poems and dealing

Nowhereville, Florida USA

Small town America expanding

and contracting in time with

the seasons as if it were a screaming

heaving child's belly; rising and falling

with each dramatic breath taken.

Spanish moss dripping over each branch

causing a second—lower sky to form

dancing over the beach on a jet blue day.

The moss allows us to use our imaginations

taking us back in time to the days before:

before settelers or technology or problems.

All day long we lie there head to head

staring at the different shapes and lengths

of the moss and watch it dance in the breeze

as we tell each other stories, about the day

that we will leave this small town.