City of Saints

I miss your arms

laced with Spanish moss

and faded beads

streets filled with music

the Mississippi calling my name.

 

In you I find safety

in you I find home,

longing to live behind shuttered windows

walk your haunted streets

in the morning fog.

 

My Crescent city

home, true home

I write you a thousand love letters

and long for you over hundreds of miles.

I’m lonely without the quarter rats

and gutter punks

the fortune tellers

even the scam artists,

they are my true family

and someday

you will be my true home

.(c) Sadie Bella

 

 

 

 

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