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New Orleans

04.30.17 Posted in today's words by

Demi Richardson lives and writes in Indiana, Pennsylvania. 

New Orleans
By Demi Richardson

Cicatrix—(n) the scar of a healed wound; or,
a scar on the bark of a tree; or,
a mark on a stem after the leaf has become


A verse in Solomon goes like this:
catch for us the foxes, the little foxes
that ruin the vineyards. . .

which makes me think of New Orleans:
your church / with its / stained glass / everything / & /
Mardi Gras beads / wound around my / rearview mirror / we

are stretched out under a bridge
in a moment we can’t keep.  I


One Response to “New Orleans”

  1. Alan Ireland says:

    This is, I think, the best piece I have read at Vox Poetica to date. I love “we / are stretched out under a bridge / in a moment we can’t keep”. It shows both insight and restraint.

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