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Brian Osborn nicely calls up images of Florida in his poem "Just before breakfast":
" Dawn exhales slowly . . .
tranquillity as dense as carpet moss.
Nature abounds in a saturation of colors . . .
Expressionism like van Gogh never imagined . . .
Only God's palette could tint the morning in coral tones
And send a flight of pelicans gliding inches above
The jade-smooth surface, the instinctive formation
Multiplied by their own prehistoric reflections,
All of humanity missed the silent, unfurled flight
As they glided under the bridge, disappeared.
How at that moment the morning sun winked,
And for a few seconds time slid backward 10 million years . . ."