First in a Projected Series

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The first part of a sequence poem.

Florida Fall

This morning a lizard
not much larger than a large ant
fled my foot,
a leaf of Florida fall.
I gently tapped it off
the pavement in hopes
that he would greet
my Florida spring.

© 2003, Steven Riddle

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Ah that I were in Floriday again..



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