Can she rise again? Tis not the question.
When, seems more like the proper stance.
Too much to lose or leave behind;
far too much history and romance.
We love the quaint cafes, the secrets
hidden behind many half closed doors.
The Big Easy, her quality stands firm;
blues and Mardi Gras oozing from her pours.
me thinks her skirts will not drag for long
and all the mud stains will be washed away.
Sweet southern lady, gumbo of the south.
Magnolia -honey air, will rise again one day.
Del Cano 2005 Sept
4 comments:
Beautiful...timely...and the future will be bright for those once trapped in the ghettos. The Wards now condemned will sink into squalor no more...cMp
Good evening.....My parents were born in Naw'leans. This poem is great. The poem is written with soul.......This is sure beautiful.
She will rise again. I can smell the sweet magnolia as I read this.
Your poems bring me right into them
Myke
She will rise again. I can smell the sweet magnolia as I read this.
Your poems bring me right into them
Myke
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