Drifting down the narrow
and aged slate of time
awed to think that ancient feet
once stepped here as do mine..
Walking in the murky rain
that mists these timeworn streets
I wonder if a spirit dwells
that I might chance to meet..
This city steeped in history
where old souls still convene
remains entrenched in yesteryear
Re-posting …. (Just because I love NOLA)