In rememberance of lives lost and lives forever changed due to the Federal levee breach in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina in 2005. I’ll be posting poems and short essays I’ve written over the past 10 years through August 29.
Every time I smell that scent
it brings back those long summer
days – and the winter ones too –
when we all sat outside together
smoking and talking, laughing at
your stories, you were always
the funny one quick with a joke
and a smile, the glint of devilment in
your soft brown eyes, you beguiled
us all with your charming Cajun ways
talking about growing up on the bayou,
riding bikes in the cane fields where
you claimed you once saw a Big Foot
and about how the older boys chased
you and hit you with brooms
at Courir de Mardi Gras.
But then The Big One came and washed
us all away to Memphis, Dallas, Asheville
and even all the way to New York,
scattered from our ribbon cane murmurs
and confidences, our laughter and
complacence. Washed away, never
to return the same again.