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What a welcome—palm tree
after palm tree waving at us.
Like teens at a concert
they danced and swayed, their fronds
clapping to an imagined beat.
I wanted to join the fun:
beach, hotel, lotion, sun,
but we still had two states,
and besides glee is unreliable
like the orange dates
littering roads,
brilliant but inedible.
Wilmer, Alabama
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