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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