Albi Querci, Florida

Let’s get pebbles in our boots
As the motionless sky gradients
And the mountains turn grapefruit

Let’s get out of our dents
And escape from faux wood panels, scuffed beige walls, the popcorn ceiling, the off-white
cracked molding, and our haphazard decor

Before the sky petals white
Upon a bright blue canvas

Let’s take a gander of pink mangroves 
And Soviet Yellow Macaws
Being swallowed by golden seas
As an anaconda consumes a mule deer

Let’s not let our days be colored by Jolly Roger
Or find ourselves in plastic cities
Nor allow our canopies to be ousted by repetitious roof tiles
Or let our lands be replaced by Saint Augustine grass
Catching ourselves in American Standard white

Let’s always be en route