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SUNDAY PRAYER, xxxi
Time & time again,
a strand of sons-to-never-be,
a summary inside the sink,
a fantasy to help me think
of where the dumpsters overflow,
the saddest songs I never wrote.
With telephone poles off the ground,
tracking evacuation routes I am, I am.
Time & time again,
an unsaid word returns to haunt us.
The big gulp gulf is yet engulfing,
hummingbirds perfect still humming,
all the alligators lagging,
crazy bagladies double bagging.
X-mas lights bling in the trees,
a carefree ghost of New Orleans I am, I am, I am.
But you're a birthday,
deep with the dayshine.
Dusk to a moonbreak,
the dust of keepsakes.
Time & time again, I am, I am.
DAS - New Orleans, Louisiana, USA
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