New Orleans
New Orleans
The buildings rise from the horizon in the morning sun,
and the city begins to wake
as the scent of creole-style gumbo
rises from the streets.
In the distance, the Mississippi teems,
alive with a thousand variety of fish
as the steamboats, oil riggers, and
ships move inland.
To the port of New Orleans, children take the ferry
with their parents and wave hello
from the windows of omnibuses
and chat of the weather.
In the daylight, the city traffic creeps at a slow pace
as people rush to and fro,
Taxis honk in the streets as bicycles rush beneath the lights
and along the sidewalks.
Young couples sip cafe lattes at the local coffee shop
as grandmothers and grandfathers take their
grandchildren to the aquarium.
I am a spectator to all these events,
a solemn witness in pen and ink, and
I think there is a commonality
in this walk of life.
Copyright © Ashley Mckennon | Year Posted 2010
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