French Quarter

A tiny golden baby.
A titless tassel,
and a string of amber beads
dropped under a pile of puke.

A cake of many colors.
A sweet loaf of shameful pride.
A sometimes homeless man,
a statue like a corpse.

 
Beyond the field behind him,
in her feverish dreams,
a black cat inspects his head.
and does.


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