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Basin Sounds
(Katrina Poem)


Atchafalaya. Hatchet flys atcha.
Stunning heat and swamp boat languor.
Lazy danger. Hounds the rush of levees.
Bevy of vespers, deafening chopping bird operas.
A uniquely stranded dream of clean glass mantras-
Hospitable squeak-Thumbing sweet tea pitcher
sweating from relief.
The Old Genteel still bold even in the form of flotsam,
salt in the earth.
Cypress
are the only sane guitars here.
Their knuckles thrive in thrumming graves.


1 Atchafalaya. Hatchet flys atcha.
Atchafalaya is a river and i took it sounds to create
an assult with either the "hatchet" or hatchet flies
as in vicious swamp bugs.

2 Stunning heat and swamp boat languor.


Setting a tone regarding the power of southern heat
slows everything down....perhaps even progress.

3 Lazy danger. Hounds the rush of levees.
"Lazy danger" is apathy..the hounds of hell, or the hounds
of slave hunters.

4 Bevy of vespers, deafening chopping bird operas.


A bevy of vespers (north stars, guiding lights) the
chopping bird (almost menacing too) operas(the drama
of it "song".

5 6 & 7
A uniquely stranded dream of clean glass mantras-
Hospitable squeak-Thumbing sweet tea pitcher
sweating from relief.




The stranded often spoke of dreaming about clea anything, especially
somthing drinkable. The hospital clean of hospitable as well as being calmly familiar
The dream of sweet tea pitchers sweating and dripping with relief.



8& 9
The Old Genteel still bold even in the form of flotsam,
salt in the earth.

"old geteel" the sounthern white racist of yore
"bold" even as thier indifference literally washing up on shore.
Not salt OF the Earth, but salted earth..by the salt from the flooded waters.


10 & 11

Cypress (stands alone)
are the only sane guitars here. ( a nod to jean toomer's "Georgia Dusk")
my N.O. Cypress to her GA pine.
Their knuckles thrive in thrumming graves.
(cypress 'knuckles'...the iconic trait of tree hat has seen so much
and that can withstand , so much...its watery graves, new plots for history..plots of graves and a continuing story line)



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