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About This Poem
Louisiana Bayou
Chilly late October,
early morning fog banks
the roadside, cloaks
a trickling bayou...
among the thickets of dense trees,
the wispy tufts
barely topping man-high
goldenrod, Queen Anne's lace,
dried-out thistle stalks...
A yellow school bus, solitary,
slowly passes on the parallel,
dew-dampened, skinny black asphalt
where wet spots reflect
the newly risen sun.
Only occasional rustles of high,
green cane fields and
intermittent bird songs
interrupt pervasive quiet...
Timelessness, and solace --
calming, soothing --
a Louisiana bayou:
Bayou Sale.
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