soniacookbroen
to look at the moon and see the floor
you were so full of this ardor
and I so down and out in that parlor
quick sand of time rolled in to
push past that New Orleans time
and to now
I arrive
Ten years ago
I was someone else
someone today I would not know
Yet that heat still hearkens back to me
soft and sweet
in those dewy gray streets
where such a poet has passed through
these many years
And I
am I just as sweet
as that warm sweet April breeze
full with Sweet Olive blooming
pushing, full breasted blooms against the wrought iron
of St. Charles
you wide carrier of fools, vagrants, artists
No matter where I am
New Orleans
is in my soul.