By: Jamie Redlawsk
The sun glints calmly
Towards cars and creaking busses.
Painted. Peculiar. Green.
Attempts to merge the modern fumes
With dead southern belles;
In their sumptuous estate rooms.
Tarrying behind tawny oblong fountains,
Just inside the split of cobblestones,
The warbling birds twitter
In dewy staccato parks
Palm trees scrape the widening width
Of calm coral dawn,
A centennials dream
Demanding pause from anyone
Tenacious as the falling humidity.
In the towne of a Charles
Hitherto seen his day,
There go cycling contraptions and tiny housewives,
The backdrop’s swarthy cabarets,
Some rarity of rains
Trickle inland over such alive.
Petitioning past the Revolution:
“Flourish and survive”