Snow laden bamboo in New Orleans
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- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
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I can smell Jasmine
covering this morning
like a wide cotton bed sheet
of white class lace.
And I taste her breath of coffee
and cigarettes
and mary jane
and bloody mary coughing
on the banquet by the gate
of this courtyard in the Marigny
I lay me down my soul to sleep
but the heat won't let me
so I lie
awake
and dream.
Thank you for the poems.
Everyone should carry
a pocket star gate.
Editilla~New Orleans Ladder
And thank *you* for leaving that here. Long live New Orleans, and all who love her.
♥
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