New Orleans: Revelry I really am flesh and blood" ?
more than flesh and blood;
perhaps by many now: a haunted vision in their minds
(after the Great Upheaval, of 2005).
But truly, truly none of this is
answerable for my majesty" ?;
I changed with the weather (you
could say); there gossip is an
eccentric" ?dove, descending
over and above the city of love:
the city that lost no hope. I am a city of spirit and Jazz;
unbroken, bestowing, stubborn; just walk down my Bourbon
Street" ?and see, I am standing tall,
no longer on my knees" ?by God's
grace!... #1050 12/20/05 Commentary Note: After the great hurricane hit New Orleans, "Katrina,"? in 2005, which shocked the world, for it nearly wiped the whole city off the map" ?likened to Pompeii, yet not with fire, but with water, it is ready to celebrate its New Year's homecoming; you could say, as we step from 2005 into 2006, in less than 36-hours, from the writing of this poem, and note: it will open its doors to the world again. And had I the time and resources to celebrate with her, in New Orleans, I would, as I had in 2003, so welcome home to a unique city, one equal to Venice and Amsterdam (of which I've also been to); Happy New Year. |
