a hot wind blows out of the west

from whence comes summer storms

storm tossed muddy waters of an inland sea

the bamboo screen lifts repeated like a coquette with a busy skirt

a flirting skirt like that fiercly yellow hibiscus that caught my eye the other day.

a frenetic florid dance of spring building to a runner's pace

rushing to that finish line known as summer

where all is languid once more

and all the flower are hot house flowers

only they are not fragile here

as Florida is a hot house in summer

the whole darn state.