The Moya View

Leaving Florida

The first sign of change was a house redo—

Wood floors laid, countertops set, kitchen new,

The first echo of Florida adieu

To Tennessee Mountains that called me true.


My heart died in the heat of that summer

In an oppressive puddle dried away

That made bad water for a rat’s slumber

And parched my dreams of all today’s.


Yet still the house was stuck near fully home

In the Flatlands of your dreams and hopes

Stuck in the large dark chasm of my moans

That could not see your love in all its true scope.


In a dream deferred I sadly found mine

And I am so sorry you lost your time.





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