The Crows Come Home May 16, 2013Posted by The Typist in Crow, cryptical envelopment, Fortin Street, Toulouse Street.
The crowds are long gone, and the end of the noisy disassembly of the tents is almost done. The neighborhood crows who roost somewhere back around Maurepas Street, are once again calling in the morning although I have not spotted one yet. You would think the garbage feast of Jazz Fest would be a prime time of year for the Fortin Street crows but every year they leave for some spot unknown. Perhaps it was not just the distraction and exhaustion of living across from carnival for two weeks but also their absence which has kept me from writing much, here or elsewhere.
Welcome home, brothers. I have stories for you.
Black sinner that I am,
lay me out
naked as I came.
Let them feed
& I’ll fly away