My Aunt Jeanette was Beautiful like

 like a Hollywood Glamor Queen and

       my Mother Wanted to Wear

              Jungle Gardenia

The taste of Florida sunshine, its smells

And colors, orange blossoms against green

Leaves, evergreen in sunlight, wetly swells

Across the tongue and gives a fragrant sheen

Inside the mouth when flame vine nectar spreads

Throughout the senses.  Foliage creates

Dark forms for Spanish moss to hang from heads

Of live oak trees.  This all provides the spates

Of import like philosophy in years

To come—or what philosophy would want

To be, were it less grandiloquent.  Tears

Of ancestors’ descendants are the font

That meanings come from in a day of heat

And shimmering wet.  Their doctrines are complete.