Baritaria Burning






For weeks on end,
the air stunk of
smoldering swamp

and the sky glowed
at dusk and dawn
above Baritaria Bayou

surreal twilight
tacky neon
by some unknown
renegade artist

whose flame-
licked brush
did not disguise
the stench that clung
to my clothes,
my hair, my walls,
my curtains

I still smell it
when I wear
my favorite flannel

and I remember
the naked trees
silhouetted against
that neon sky

 






C.E. Laine publications include Poems Niederngasse, New World Poetry, Free Zone Quarterly, Friction Magazine, 2 River View, among others. She is also a contributor to "In Their Own Words; a generation defining itself." Her other personal poetry site is called Allegory http://thispoetgirl.com/allegory
E-mail: Thispoetgirl@aol.com


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