at Key West sunrise all the band members appear on stage
and go through their act
clouds gold-and-raspberry paintbrushes
waves wet rocks flying-feather-things
do they say to themselves
I do not want to die
I want a café con leche
I want to fly forever through this turquoise sky
I want to be loved by everyone
as I sometimes do
on the pier
at 6:27 a.m.
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