Hurricane Poem by Raymond A Foss

A hole in the wall shop,
Counter and seller
Plastic cups and pitchers
A bit of rum, a bunch of ice
Grenadine, lemon, lime
Passion Fruit

Step into the noise,
The crowd, the Quarter,
Listen, feel, as care
Merges with rum
Replaced with a smile
And a change in gait

Slower, slide down the street
Sway to the sound, rhythm
Pace of the place, color and vibe
Under the porches and intrigue
Hidden in backyard gardens
And knowing glances