THIS WAY OUT

I just walked into the backside

of out. A shadow familiar to me,

although the road ahead was new.

 

I took a bus to New Orleans. Open

windows, crying kids, two days

without a shower and living on crackers

and warm beer.

 

The city greets me with a hazy sunrise

and the sounds of last night bars

closing. The air is heavy to breathe.

Everyone is sweating. A dirty river

breaks wide into the ocean.

 

Locked steel gates protect three story

brownstones. Magnolias release

a richness to those without.

 

The streets are crowded and the sidewalks

are never wide enough.

 

I think I’ll move on to Houston.

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