Becoming is Superior to Being

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Jackson Square, New Orleans (December 28, 2015) — Image by kenne

After hours joints have closed
The music has faded away,
Even the horn player
In front of the cathedral.

A new world takes over,
The night people lost in the fog
As if hiding from the light
And the people of the dawn.

In Jackson Square, the show goes on
With the new day, a new act
Enters from stage left and right,
Carrying their daily wares.

This ritual, old as the city,
Played out as people walk by,
Only briefly noticing a passing soul,
Neither greeting the other.

Protected by the levee
On the edge of the big muddy
Visitors a wait the man with the key
To open the Place d’Armes gates.

Entering the historical Jackson park
Gazing on “Old Hickory,”
Leading…

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