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.