There sits an almost eerie chill
on these cobblestone sidewalks and empty streets
where footsteps of a storied past
can still be heard while the city sleeps.
Scrolled wrought iron balconies
overlook the avenue;
gaslights fade in the early dawn,
the jazz clubs silent and subdued.
The hectic pace is different here
slower, almost cavalier
as the “Easy” spins her silken web
on all who choose her streets to tread.
Through the shrouded morning mist
a single silhouette appears
its darkened presence more distinct
than the apparitions of yesteryear.
Slow, a new day has begun…
her ghosts are fading with the sun
while in the purview of their gaze,
their spirits keep the city safe.
Ginny Brannan 2025
Bulbancha is the Choctaw (Native American) name for New Orleans.
Image credit: David Florentine, Florentine Photography.com. Shared with me by a friend from NOLA

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