In New Orleans12/1/2016 In New Orleans
The wind blows underground Salty and sultry and laughing Effortlessly weaving himself Around cracked pipes and swollen peat Kissing the swamp water And telling her bedtime stories Dancing madly under our feet Swirling under bursting sidewalks Thundering through his sunken kingdom Like drunken Rex on his cold courir That’s how come you can feel it His release is found in endless fissures Torn in his blind ardor Through streets and concretes and floorboards And single blades of moon-yellow grass Through layers of rotten pavements And beds of rivers and doomed flowers Tangling himself in giant oaks Up through trunks and into branches His wildness protecting his urgent secret And we who have never seen him Know exactly what it is
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