Still Tuesday morning
walking through the neighborhood
I decide tank tops are a required
dress code for New Orleans humidity.
Creamy magnolias nod amongst fat
green leaves looking like globs of whipped
cream in pistachio pudding. The lazy hum
of a buzz saw ignites imaginings of flying
away on the wings of a honey bee.
Ahhh, I can almost smell the magnolias. Just lovely, thank you!
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Thank you for stopping by!
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Indeed, the atmosphere caught in a wonderful way.
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Thanks, Martin!
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