Key West

The long, narrow road begins somewhere south of Miami,
That overheated depository of dreams, retirees and Carribeans,
Then flips a right toward the sunset's calling
And provides a right of access
On grey concrete stilts above the ocean
From tiny key to another tiny key
Until the road gives out on Duval Street,
Journey's end among the pastels and parrots
Watching the gold of the sun dissipate
And dive into the western ocean
End of day beneath a shower of stars
And a soft westerly breeze.