Crescent Fare
A poem
Smoldering ash Of summer fires Temptation calls Rue of desires Sweltering pigeons Barter the cans Pockets measured By the foul stands
Streetcar hums Pacing fast Passion feels Azaleas passed Laveau’s gris gris Lee’s guard falls Tivoli to Harmony To no last calls Joie de vivre!
Regret tomorrow Relish a past No denying The undaunted masque





