Originally published at LonPrater.com. You can comment here or there.

Walked a sweaty hour today along U.S. 1, a stretch from the Marriott Dadeland to the Baptist hospital, with a few diversionary tangents to get water or shade.  Somewhere along the way, this poem popped up.  Not so much with the marketability, but I figured I’d share it here.

Una Poema for Miami

(c) 2009 by Lon Prater

You fight with the sun
for bragging rights
and burn the things
that are yours

so that they too blaze

There are no Pines on the
Pinecrest Parkway
but calling everything Palm
would be so tiresome

And the insistente horns
along hot chrome streets
sound more like your children
than the distant waves

Blaze on, Miami
and never let that jealous ball
outshine