City of angels
City of demons
Jewel of lotus growing up into sun tendril-rooted in swamp
City of sun
City of dreams
City of dashed hopes
City of sunken treasures
City of starry eyes
City of moon
Place of ripening mind and flesh
Openpoint of floodwater river
Let me tell you about New Orleans. Let me tell you before she is a memory/
words on the wind/
a story in elders’ minds as real as the lips on your face, damp with breath.
Let me tell you about New Orleans before I leave her.