(Dip of Heavy Wings etc...)

Now that New Orleans sleeps
on the floors of changing
rooms one looks under
at the smiling women
like a spectator actually
feeling the magnificent
wave of the lit world beyond
the drowned (dip of heavy wings etc..)
Just sticking out one's neck
could mean an indelible
toasting.  But we peep out
of sheer joy.  Out of giddiness
like taking a cookie
and running upstairs
In other words this is
pealing off the label
Embracing the possibility
of spoonfuls of beauty
the size of a river
The delta expands
and more houses fall in.