Louisiana Anthology
Lily the Street Poet.
“August in New Orleans.”
©
Lily the Street Poet.
Used by permission.
All rights reserved.
August in the golden grass
that crawls the levee wall
she kneels and peels away my mask
she swells up in us all
they say a fruit will drop
after the rain rises
and falls
but in the fog
the river sobs
and mournful whistles call
the heart can take a beating
and these shadows can dissolve
in August flames
and heavy chains
Jingle jangle slipping off
— Lily the Street Poet
August 27, 2015
New Orleans
Text prepared by:
- Bruce R. Magee
Source
Lily the Street Poet. “August in New Orleans.” August 27, 2015. © Lily the Street Poet. Used by permission. All rights reserved.
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