This month’s Versed in Florida is with Sara Comito. She has lived in Fort Myers for the past 13 years and works as communications editor for a local PR and Marketing agency. Her poetry has appeared in dozens of print and electronic journals and anthologies.
Undeterred by the small size of their square city lot, she and her stonemason husband are urban farmers and beekeepers, eschewing the traditional front lawn for a jungle of fruits, veggies and flowering plants much of which, she tells WGCU’s Amy Tardif, is a muse for her poetry.
Florida Dreams of Peru
Kiln dried mummies, landscape of once were alpacas.
Now all the wool is farmed in Alva, whose town museum
opens one day a week. Also: it's very warm here.
The llamas they use to guard the sheep. More vicious than dogs,
they say, and better insinuators for their unwolvenness. They grind
rather than tear. The Calusa would be confounded!
Well how appropriate would it be to have camels running around
under the orange trees, humps bumping all that Spanish fruit?
Better to leave blankets on the desertification,
those Nazca scars of ash; we have our epiphytic moss, but
really need less softening. There's a picture of an eagle
soaring over Peru. Wingspan of my palm.
Everything concentric, windless.