NOLA Notes

Time passes in New Orleans
the way sap drips down a tree:
oozing ever so slowly.
Her days are long
Her summers, endless.
And each year is filled
with repetition
and tradition.
As minutes pass
into decades
and we all grow older
if not wiser
The city maintains
her divine continuity.
Things do change
for better and for worse.
But the slowly ticking clock
overlooking the Square
smooths the rough spots
of itself and its denizens
and burnishes the
patina of the soul.