I am not from here
I am from Acadiana, from River Road, from Mississippi mud
I come to the city numb and sleepy-eyed
Looking for inspiration, perspective, a sense of place
There are towers growing out of the earth
Sabotaging the landscape
There are vacant lots with litter and broken bricks
A scarred earthen shape in between street and structure
I am not from here
I am a transient
Moving westward
Absorbing sun and song
Settled on the concrete seven stories high
Looking upward to the heavens
A vast unchartered ocean
Beneath the surface
Currents take over, moving in, flowing out
A place of loneliness, solitude,
Of quiet penetration into the sunset
A far-reaching streetscape
A far-reaching riverscape
I am not from here
I am not from this place
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