~sparkle dark

That Canadian Friend that flew down to enjoy the warm weather
was met by the sweltering heat of this old city, sitting beneath sea level
with its graveyards and ghost tours and poets whose vision
is tied the anomalies of a land occupied so many times it is disconnected
creating its own love affair with strangeness, and dark shadows

That Canandian friend took a ghost tour and saw a gator in the Honeyland Swamps
Amused by the man painted silver in the French Quarter, unaware
that he sleeps in the streets there and pays for a license to stand in one position
motionless, covered in silver grease paint, as tourists throw money in his bucket
The old architecture is beautiful but haunted
slave quarters are within almost every building redecorated
with plush curtains and fleur de lis for a small fortune a night
while residual energy of the slain stalks the night and the streets

if you are quiet, sensitive you can feel them

That Canadian friend went home with sparkly pictures of a city
…. Lost

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