New Orleans

Since it’s Fat Tuesday and all . . . this little poem found its way to me today and I thought I’d share.

New Orleans by Lola Ridge

Do you remember
Honey-melon moon
Dripping thick sweet light
Where Canal Street saunters off by herself among quiet trees?
And the faint decayed patchouli—
Fragrance of New Orleans . . .
New Orleans,
Like a dead tube rose
Upheld in the warm air . . .
Miraculously whole.

3 responses to “New Orleans

  1. Ah, so many wonderful New Orleans memories!

  2. Nice. Makes me think of Iggy Pop.

  3. Makes me think of the sumptuous decline of the Queen and Crescent Hotel and the striking feeling
    of entering a ghost town from the highway…must be back to enjoy slow mississipi hum one day

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