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my walk

March 4th, 2014 § 0 comments

Poem #336 for Karen Cigna

 

When I wake up now and go for a walk
the Purchase
the du Monte
the drums and horns
the spring in winter
the mighty miss
the hot sauce
the basin, rampart, frenchman
the to-go cup
the 6th, 7th, 8th, 9th
the lake and levees
the coup and kermit’s
the ghosts
the hurricanes and humidity and hustlers
the parades
the foot of canal street
are all now just a walk away

 

 

 

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(Happy Mardi Gras)

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