Masking tape across the windows
And lining the jalousie doors
Towels rolled up in a tight roll
And slipped along terrazzo floors
Sitting together by candlelight
Dealing a Crazy Eights game
Or holding a flashlight on Scrabble letters
So they don’t burn up with the flame.
Winds whistling through the trees
Crooning a sleepy time tune
No daytime hurricanes in my recall
Squalls hiding a Miami moon.
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