Theres's something about the streets of New Orleans
They feel exquisitely haunted
You can slow dance with ghosts
As the brass band sings in celebration
In the dark, the city has veins and a pulse
A whole new meaning to the term "nightlife"
Amateur poet finally putting my thoughts and copious notes in my phone on a platform
Tuesday, May 5, 2020
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