Indian River
The trade-wind jingles the rings in the nets around the racks
by the docks on Indian River.
It is the same jingle of the water among roots under the
banks of the palmettoes.
It is the same jingle of the red-bird breasting the orange-trees
out of the cedars.
Yet there is no spring in Florida, neither in boskage perdu, nor
on the nunnery beaches.
#Americans Modern
