New Orleans

New Orleans
by Carl Josehart

20 feet below sea level
like the lost city of Atlantis
lies a city
in a constant state of
elegant decay
soft
swampy soil
struggles
to reclaim the city
from its human inhabitants

Sinking
slowly
buildings crumble
foliage
engulfing structures
in green
moist
blankets of moss

the constant need for
human effort
fights against
sub tropic
humid
heavy air

Sipping sweet tea
under
sweet gum trees
it would be easy
to succumb
to the sweet siren’s cry

to sit idly by
while
tender green shoots
push through concrete
gnarled brown roots
roll away sidewalks
silty soil
digesting civilization
reclaiming
swamps
marshes
wetlands

pulled back from the brink
again
and again
the second line
joyously singing
“laissez les bons temps rouler!”

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