This is an Old Poem I Found

i wrote this in the hot summer once...

At dawn the Calcasieu ferry goes
from nowhere to nowhere,
The road before and after
dotted with rotting black alligators.
marsh on the left, sea on the right,
from Cameron to New Orleans.

The mist is full of ghosts.
It seeps stinking from the brackish water,
wavering at daybreak
between the marshes and the gulf
before calmly marching south
across the motionless sea.

eehhhhh, i'm not near as impressed as i was
maybe you are

chris h