I was born with
The sea in reach,
But a short distance away
When I grew it changed
The landscape evolved
As the environment collected
Toxicants
Ravaged by wind and rain
Deranged by troubled misled
Souls, never again to know whole
Industry and Corporation
Took the land and beach and sea
So they could mass produce the image
And promote the success they gathered
Plugging their beauty into a finite system
Removing the nature within
The image of wealth and promise
Is best seen off the shore, at Fisher Island
The easy heat,
The reluctant rain,
And the persistent wind
All describe the ruthless south Floridian seasons
For winter and summer are circumstantial
Pockets of warmth and cold all year
With the patches of green and brown
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having fun? How's life at the beach?
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