Our Last Jazz Note Poem by Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele

Our Last Jazz Note

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Like a beloved child with aids
New Orleans' soul passed on.
In denial, a nation prayed
it wouldn't happen, then
that it wasn't so.

Katrina, that angry woman
purged our primeval soul,
tested our very humanness,
then piously exhaled
our last jazz note.

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