Monday, November 14, 2011


So I may call myself sane, I end my part in the story.
You will find what follows blessedly bereft of me.
I stayed another year at THE SALOON.
I lived in HOTEL HOTEL until that year ended.
I left New Orleans and will never return
now that Roanoke and the art of poetry are mine
to claim, to relinquish, to be in and with, to be alive.

(14 November 2011)

copyright 2011 by Floyce Alexander

1 comment:

  1. You absolutely cannot do that.........have become such an addict with important questions as to everyone's outcome.

    butbutbut, author's perogative to exit in mystery..........Jim Harrison comes to mind.