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Carnival February 9, 2016

Posted by The Typist in Carnival, Mardi Gras, Poetry, The Narrative, The Typist.


The soft flutter of a fan
In Venice piazza
Blows chaotic tropical salsas
Across the Atlantic.

The drums rumble the earth
The dancing triangulates
On all the instruments
Far to the north

(Trombones most of all)
Registering ecstasy
Riotous in the Old Quarter
Of New Orleans.


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