When Miami holds hands

Work in the morning, afternoon by the fountain
and it’s late at night.
Summer claimed my skin today
and the humid air, my hair.
It’s dark but your eyes still glint (stars).
It’s dark but your browns still glow.
We’re both listening more than speaking

And frogs.
There are frogs sounding from nowhere
and palm leaves kiss in moonlight silhouettes
above us
which birth shadows from their overlapped
fingers. When Miami holds hands.


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