New Orleans Through the Holes I caught you in the air like a lightning bug You glowed between my hands, my feet left the ground Our effervescence could not be harnessed, could not be saved in a glass jar with a lid We escaped through the holes and became swallowed in the night Share this:TweetMoreShare on TumblrEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related
4 thoughts on “Through the Holes”
ha a bit of magic…and not a bad escape at all when you can slip through the holes of all that tries to contain you…
Magic is in the hands of the slippee.
Dear Charlotte, you live in the land of magic (N.O.), I love this poem.
Love this 🙂