I can taste your beignets
dripping and powdery
dissolving on my tongue
gold, glittery, gritty
I feel your African American heritage singing it’s soul and rythym
gilded with French curtsies
you are a mystery New Orleans
your clapboard, saltbox unpainted homes
speak of barefoot children and generations of your people
people grown in the rich, loamy dirt of music
seconds, sevenths and ninths
blues and jazz tickled with horns and drums
witchcraft and christianity
stirred in a pot
cathedrals and voodoo in strange harmony
your swamps verdant and green
with sultry beauty
their hush filled with a chorus
chirps, slithers, splashes, honks
New Orleans you are old
ancient with your people whose customs and tongues
meld together the songs of tribes and gilded Europe
Creole you are
a jewel to your nation
a vibrant, living tapestry of your people
dancing in the street, dancing to your beat
We have a New Orleans beignet place right down the street from me and I SO agree! They are yummy!!!
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You are so lucky!!
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Ahhhh this is beautiful!
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Thank you!
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