On the last morning in New Orleans

 
On the last morning in New Orleans
a rose stifles a shudder
from the three days of winter
that recently passed
The sun has not come out to play
today, but it will because it
always does
Sirens so distant they’re barely audible
could also be the residue
of a band from the night before who played
so loud you couldn’t tell
if they were lousy or just too loud
Probably just too loud
There aren’t too many lousy bands in New Orleans

Published by mikepowernyc

Named one of New York's Best Emerging Poets 2019, my poetry chapbook The New Normal was published by Analog Submission Press. My novel The Zoo was published by Cacoethes Publishing House. Other poems and short stories have appeared in various publications, including Subterranean Blue Poetry, The Journal of Microfiction, and Sick Lit Magazine. Other works include a staged reading of my play Digging Up John Barrymore, performed by Dreamcatcher Entertainment, and five albums of original music recorded with my band Late Model Humans.

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