Published August 31, 2021
by Alexandra Leon
(Miami, Florida, USA)
As we smoothly slide through the marshes
Of the everglades,
The only sound is the silent surrender
Of the tall weeds
Which part automatically
As our boatman steers our tiny vessel
Through uncharted sections of this
Vast and beautiful seascape
Which has remained in this poetic form
It is early afternoon,
And the relentless sun
Is playing hide and seek
With the newly painted white clouds
This world between the
Sky and their reflection
In the marshes.
Time has no meaning,
Anger no followers,
Fear unheard of,
This beauty is to be absorbed,
To be molded
Into each of us
And return us,
With this memory
Alexandra Leon: Miamian making a living out of a monopolistic market. Lives in Florida with nine fishes and two siblings. Desires to design a living piece of poetry. Add on Instagram: sweetalex_andra.
Previously published in Angela Poetry Magazine:
"Out to Get Some Air" by Joe Bisicchia
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