An early morning fog
cloaks the city.
It slithers its’ way up
from the Mississippi.
A trumpet whines
in the distance.
Jazz music
plays solemnly.
The coffee stirs
like the river.
Sediment swirls
in a styrofoam cup.
Vines snaked up
historic buildings.
Don't reptiles like
this kind of humidity?
Even in january,
heat seeps
through clothes becoming
another layer of skin.
The powdered sugar
from beignets
makes everything
a little sweeter.
And all I can smell
is the earthiness
from the coffee
and the river.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 1:03 PM UTC
An early morning fog
cloaks the city.
It slithers its’ way up
from the Mississippi.
A trumpet whines
in the distance.
Jazz music
plays solemnly.
The coffee stirs
like the river.
Sediment swirls
in a styrofoam cup.
Vines snaked up
historic buildings.
Don't reptiles like
this kind of humidity?
Even in january,
heat seeps
through clothes becoming
another layer of skin.
The powdered sugar
from beignets
makes everything
a little sweeter.
And all I can smell
is the earthiness
from the coffee
and the river.
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