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A Leaf of Plot

Death raised his scythe on high
The Final Answer was at hand
No more questions broached
No replies begged or risked demand

The leaf at last let it all go
Fluttered to its demise below
The wind added its sighed contempt
Blew our leaf scuttering to a future undreamt

Down the path with attention rapt
A 17-nothing wrought prose off the rack
Laurie screamed—the leaf brushed her face!
Characterization blanched: there’d be no turning back

A writer in a Nature, freed of pretense
Her plot thickened and made Total Sense
Death winced scurrilously and not too haughty
17-nothing conjured twists bland and who knows—naughty?

The wind richened and hurried our protagonists along:
A dead leaf and a fallowed teenager trying to catch the song

Happy Toussaint Day JAN 14

The piano danced
The keys crashed and rang
Allen was singing
Fingers flashin all over dat thang

He oughta be on a pillar
High above a carnival crowd
He’s bettern Marsh Lee
For crying out loud

Tis another 14th Jan
Southern Nights run free
All the children singin
In the city of fleur de lis

He plays so gumbo
I wanna gonna faint
Ladies and gentlemen—
Allen Toussaint!