Summer Fancy

Across the dank protean mire
On the slope of a mowed field
The breeze rumples a page over
And the lass missed the poets last verse
Bewitched by the youth’s jogging pace passing by
She dared imagine his arms about hers
And pondered about passion’s cruel curse

The sudden rain scampered our lass
While the boy turned north and to dorm
The promise of Summer freshened newly
Like Latin winds bringing Mercury back to Rome
And a new Arachnida’s web is woven
Life and Death never pause nor long tarry
A half Moon finds the eve’s far horizon
Rooms aren’t the only thing empty back home

Shy winking stars spangle up
To make smart the Southern sky
Lass and lad miles apart wash dishes done
Neither knowing the others’ longing heart
Many mini plans made for reading nooks
A mighty edifice rises in the Tangipahoa
A counselor and her crook’s getaway suite
In a half-told love tale just at the start

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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!