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,