Where We Fled

Florida that flamingo-flaunting
state of mind crooked her finger
and we fled south shedding
boots and parkas for bare toes
for sun on our faces for old friends
in a palm frond world where drinks
are the only frozen thing
Back home tanned and loose-limbed
from laughing so hard it’s hard to believe
this is fact not fiction
not a fable but our lucky lives
our fabulous fate