Late in the Day

Algiers Point, New Orleans

wafting curtains pushed by the wind glow

in the rays of the late afternoon sun

the call of the cicadas echo, rising

and falling, a shrillness fading to


a helicopter flies overhead, a shadow

on earth’s drowsy landscape

the in-between time rides a current

of nonchalance


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9 thoughts on “Late in the Day

  1. I’ve just discovered your blog, so I’ve been reading some of your other poems too – and I just love the way they are all soaked in atmosphere. I’ve never been to New Orleans (it’s on my list of dream destinations, though), but you write it exactly the way I imagine it.


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