New Orleans summer is like living
inside a dog’s mouth
The city is a ball the beast spits
out in September
Rolling out into the grass, always
wet
Autumn comes in a taunt breeze
A few weeks of Northeastern normalcy
No golden orange deciduous shifts
The dog peeks cockeyed at the limbs
The leaves frump at once to fall
The city has no time for change
The hurricanes pandemic hovering
threat passes
The waters cackling for return in
the rotation
The dog sits on the porch for a
breather
Chase that ball in a couple of weeks
for the frost
Humid cold slobber mouth back in the
dog
Warm enough till February parades,
the playtime
Makes the hound howl release
The ball rolls out for Jazz Fest in
a second line
Season boils crawfish red in
magnolia white
Waiting for the canine to bring the
stormy heat
Once more
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