What a welcome—palm tree

after palm tree waving at us.

Like teens at a concert

they danced and swayed, their fronds

clapping to an imagined beat.

I wanted to join the fun:

beach, hotel, lotion, sun, 

but we still had two states,

and besides glee is unreliable

like the orange dates

littering roads,

brilliant but inedible.



Wilmer, Alabama

55 Miles From Yesterday, Jane Schapiro, biking, Alabama