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Erin Lierl.
“August in New Orleans.”

© Erin Lierl.
Used by permission.
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August in the golden grass

that crawls the levee wall

she kneels and peels away my mask

she swells up in us all

they say a fruit will drop

after the rain rises

and falls

but in the fog

the river sobs

and mournful whistles call

the heart can take a beating

and these shadows can dissolve

in August flames

and heavy chains

Jingle jangle slipping off

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Lierl, Erin. “August in New Orleans.” August 27, 2015. © Erin Lierl. Used by permission. All rights reserved.

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