New Orleans Streets
The acid street rose up to meet her in a great wave
of what she imagined should be cobble but was not.
Good thing it rains every morning.
Little Jimmy Scott sings like a saxophone.
Biscuits & sausage gravy.
Tolerance.
Frills.
Masks.
Money.
Politics.
Ah.
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