Carre Poems - Poems about Carre

...Not yet long into the night, a translucent mist hovers, cold as it settles upon the fine hairs. Runty knobs form along the exposed skin, an insufferable chill has come to the Quarter. Secured dwe......

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...It’s siesta, yet one can hear from the second floor of the house the animated sharing of juicy news some visitors have brought to the gracious host, the lovely widow of a wealthy sugar plant......

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... I visited New Orleans years before hurricane Katrina where hundreds were killed and eighty percent of the city was flooded. I saw the Mardi Gras Parade, I listened to jazz music on Bourbon S......

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...walking slow, oh it could be called dancing crowded with Bourbon Street night people music filling the air, we stop every so often wrapped arms around each other and swayed firing up to the alr......

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