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There’s Poison in the Spring — A Memoir

There’s Poison in the Spring — A Memoir This memoir is a work of nonfiction. Although creative language is used throughout, special atte...

There is a Wet Land

buried in beauty crawling 
like ivy caressing an old cemetery
 
where memories marry ashes 
of prayers and promises scattered
 
by the breath of Betsy and Andrew 
Audrey and Isaac and that truculent one
 
Katrina blowing down the bayou 
a magnolia tempest soaked in fish
 
and creosote and strong coffee thick as mud 
emanating from shotgun-shanty-shack shelters
 
hiding secrets behind the mossy veil 
of sweet honeysuckle dreams
 
baptized in the blood of Atchafalaya 
beneath the canopy of Evangeline
 
in the sanctuary of Tupelo 
bearing mournful witness
 
on those sticky nights that never know silence 
the solivagant begs for alms
 
between soiled cypress knees exposed 
while the sun sizzles below dark water
 
From "Remants of Being," published by PEN/America 

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