My Soul was left in a Miami Den
Fire stalks the burning crowdnestled by it's shallow cornersI've loved the winter coldI've held treasures by an ancient lakeand forests that still grow oldI left my soul in Floridawandering, still there at the scenethe horible car crashleft in boxesmy eyes hurt from the steamgiven to us by nurses and theirbloody dresssun sets the ugly castclinging to the life in magnificentsa structure of seemingless entanglementdroped from story tenabove kerouac street in a MiamiDen.

......By David L.Olmstead