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on our honeymoon; and the Everglades,

people circling its eyelid, sunning asphalt.

For me that would be like inviting

arrogant students back into my classroom.

Yes, they have a right to exist—

but not here.

My daughter and I did manage some fun:

the in-laws mobile home community pool,

though we couldn’t jump in—pace-makers!

And Haslam’s city, a huge bookstore

in St. Pete’s, where you could actually handle

new books, turn the clean pages, enjoy

the thick vellum, shiny print. You could

gather a stack, return a few—like in older days.

But I keep coming back to those alligators:

hundreds of hatchlings, one on top of the other

in hungry cages, some finding dogs

or two year olds by now.

They are signs of a sort: welcome to Florida.

We don’t have much sense, but our newscasters

are pleasant, and our southern-most