Lingering In Yesterday

It was only yesterday
that the music played
on Bourbon street
Caught up in its melody
…musicians always took to the streets
amid the crowds already there
and like pied pipers 
led them in merriment...
Smells of Creole cooking
intoxicating and heady...
making them giddy and hungry
Their souls soothed
with food and melody...
laced with laughter...
they still linger in yesterday
…frozen in a time
that will never come again...

©9/9/05 Faye Sizemore

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