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On the bayou you ate crawfish

and god how I wished I had never become a vegetarian.

See here, whatever you came carrying

fell to the ground like creole soul rain drops

uptown you could watch the jazz notes float

from porch swings to sidewalks

of little girls playing jump rope and hopscotch

to old women skipping rocks

across the gulf of the mississippi

like heart beats they forgot they had.

While mid-city trombones