150 words or less. Can be an essay or poem. It is supposed to tell why you dream of New Orleans.
Here's mine:
Blue dog down
that dark wet place
this northern girl cannot believe
what happened
we sit on the edge of the earth and dream
of dark water
and dark skies
yet never in our darkest moments
imagined it could be true
But there
mud and jazz
thumpety thumpety
tap tap tap
it begins.
© the big dunk, 2007
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