The Idea of Order in Key West

seems absurd today walking on Duval Street

filled with tourists carrying drinks, riding bicycles,

buying souvenirs and  t-shirts with Hemingway’s face.

Chaotic banyan trees growing in this place.

One season, without autumn, winter or spring.

My title is also the title of a poem by Wallace Stevens – one of many he wrote with references to Florida.

 

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