Miami Beach Poems
drifting jellyfish drives swimmers
from the water like cascades of dominoes,

a man wraps a towel 
around his muscular arm
and nudges the jelly out to sea;

a woman asks--
“is he single?”

lady walks up to the edge 
of my sand fort and
asks me what I’m doing;

I tell her--
“I just like digging holes,”

she walks away muttering--
“he’s weird”;

I kick back in the cool shade
of my creation,
and take it as a compliment

one Airbnb,
two rooms, three beds,