I
Black feathered Pelicans
In dazzling but not harmonic unison
Flock
To beach at dusk
With grace they’ll plunge the Gulf
Their breakfast an elusive encounter

II
We applaud Mr. Sunshine
But he sullenly creeps embittered
His yellow wrath so vehemently torments the fallen night

III
Scorching sands rob the hour glass of time
Seeking vindication they
Incinerate the tourist toes and heels
Forthcoming August and September pass along the Equator
Their humid nature does not empathize or even feel

IV
Camouflaged lizards discover sanctuary through browning palm-leaves expired
Rain drops navigate infinitesimal rivers across saw grass retired

V
Sunken pirate ships
Eternal
Such languish
Containment of rust-drenched cadavers
Masking pilfered vestiges
who yield no bullion
Forsake them and
Read the undrawn map
for it reveals God
Not unlike the waterfall

VI
Morning dew so amorous to an evening cicada’s strait-jacket
Won’t they knock off that infuriating racket?

VII
Don’t mourn
For even as though the canal dehydrates
Tropical waves will brush Jamaica’s shadow
Storming tears of the vanquished natives
Shall again complete Bermuda’s Triangle

VIII
Alas, the ripened coconut shall migrate
Its sweet milk nourishes
Another morning risen