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Sunday, September 04, 2005

New Orleans

Visit me New Orleans
Your beautiful skin
Wild soul eyes

Our time again together
has come by surprise

You never stopped dancing
mysteriously in my heart
since the first time I went to you
all this time we've been apart

And now you are near again.

And I am there again.

But I am here.

And you are not there.

I can feel the warmth of your skin
next to my face.

My eardrums are vibrating
to
the

beat

of

your

heart.

This intimacy between
you and me is

cherished.
protected.
held.

And you are beautiful to me.

Rest sweet New Orleans. Sleep sweetly. Gather your strength again. Let's take care of each other now.



(I got to write this poem at the George R. Brown at 5 a.m./Sunday morning in the big area where everybody was sleeping. It was the second evening of shelter there. I was just about to leave to go home, but I couldn't until I poured out what had been going on inside of me.)

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