Lest We Forget Nola…

… here is another poem by New Orleans poet Dave Brinks from his excellent Caveat series:

the caveat onus ::: sixty-seven

Mina dreamed all the trees were broken
today it’s the same sun
but further away
the patio looks like a dried-up aquarium
the weeds are nearly tall enough
a little person might get lost
I’m in there somewhere
tossing a pork chop to a black Cocker Spaniel
Megan’s adding mulch to the flowerbed
a toy yellow dump truck
lay on its side near a mud hole
it’s a scary familiar
here air there water blue house what floats

Dave Brinks 14.iii.06

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