Virgil Suárez, "La Florida"

I actually enjoy poetry with a luxuriant lexicon: "Lugubrious days pass with the amplitude of manatees, / hibiscus unfold their smiling vortex to confused bees." This is a Florida you have to pronounce "florEEda." He shouldn't have published it in the New England Review, that's a geographical faux pas. If you're going to do "fine writing," do it well, as VS does.