The South Florida Sky

  Alchemist
You begin a poem shirtless
In the landscaping outside of your
Home room class
Full of bruises that your make believe
Lovers will not see,
And the cathedrals of your heart
Are torn like wet paper-
They seem to flood the intersections of
An airplane, or it was just that
I was dreaming:
Here you are again on stage- found in
The weather doing acrobatics,
After you left the canoe behind
Anyways,
And all of the girls became makebelieves
As the mists rose above the
Baseball diamonds,
And you lifted your eyes after a long afternoon
Daydream
And saw that you were still in the
Student parking lot- perfect, the south florida
Sky almost ready to storm.