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by Lola Ridge, 1920

Do you remember
Honey-melon moon
Dripping thick sweet light
Where Canal Street saunters off by herself among quiet trees?
And the faint decayed patchouli—
Fragrance of New Orleans
Like a dead tube rose
Upheld in the warm air...
Miraculously whole.

Published in Sun-Up, and Other Poems
Tags: flowers, summer

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