the gates to jackson square
i sit outside the gates to jackson square. they are open. it is mardi gras.
the wreckage from the previous night shows its face on the square. trash
scattered everywhere. trash cans overflowing. a deep mist surrounds the
square. the clock chimes quarter until eight. this will be a mardi gras to
remember. to change the face of all mardi gras. i have never seen. maybe they
have never been open. the gates to jackson square. on mardi gras day.
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