It’s the Humidity
by Mike Wilson
Walking home from the beach
ignoring the nut in the red car
laying on his horn when I cross
middle finger through the sunroof
In curtains of shade
lizards leap through bougainvillea
urgent in their errands
oblivious of me
I recall the freelance saint
reading her poetry at open mic
a radio station
broadcasting love
A neighbor brings a mango
It’s mango season, she says
Her husband winks, explains
Everything grows in Florida
Mike Wilson’s work has appeared in many magazines, including Deep South Magazine, and in his book, Arranging Deck Chairs on the Titanic (Rabbit House Press). His awards include the League of Minnesota Poets Award, the Maine Poets Society Award and the Chaffin/Kash Prize of the Kentucky State Poetry Society. He lives in Lexington, Kentucky.
