Souvenir of New Orleans
Beneath
crape myrtle trees
you said, "Remember these."
I wear my keepsake silver fleur-
de-lis.
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Commenting on my own work: I had so much trouble with this--kept remembering how my poet friends taught me about these words. Peter showed me that fleur-
de-lis was pronounced lees not lee and Judy showed me crape not crepe. These conversations about words are one of the things I treasure about my poet-friends.
Posted by: | Wednesday, April 16, 2008 at 07:16 PM