the wall of heat inside my ovenlike car
overcome
by the sharp wave of cold that drenches my insides
when I bite into a pink sour lemon sno-ball.
With the doors flung ajar
I sit with my legs hanging out like a clumsy colt's
and let the breeze blow through, straight from the brassy blue sky.
crunch suck melt slurp ahhhhh.
The Day Time Stood Still
Close-up of the town Katrina Memorial.
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