....Bourbon Street by elysabeth faslund

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....Bourbon Street

Trapeze girl of the
Stripper joint
Swinging out the window.
Tourists enticing!

$20s tucked everywhere.
$100 bill or three...

Little girl, little girl,
Do you remember me...
Merry-go-round at
Recess...

Hide and Seek at noon.

Costumes and boas
Left behind at dawn...
She wakes her little
Princess,

Packs a little memory...

Crunchy peanut butter
And thick, grape jelly.....

elysabeth faslund

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Robert Howard (7/21/2008 10:58:00 PM)
A loving account of the life of a woman in survival mode. The way I read it, the 'little girl' might either be a daughter or herself. In either case, food makes its way to the table.


elysabeth faslund (11/23/49 / Thibodaux. Louisiana)