painting by diane millsap
From Fan Palm Tree to Accordian
The palm tree sits in the sun
her fronds outstretched like paper fans
waving hello from across the street
drawing me near, calling me
to come and sit awhile
relax, catch my breath
cool off before the next mile
and I’m strolling in the French Quarter
Cajun music floating out of opened doors
accordions and fiddles, zydeco
the smell of alcohol wafting by
alone in the crowd
running from myself
I’ve come a long way.
laurie kolp
Posted over on her site Bird's Eye Gemini
Listed as #14 over at dVerse Poets-FFA-Visual Writing
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