The Midnight Gumbo
I was standing ready at my pot.
Wooden spoon ready to stir together all the ingredients.
There was the Holy Trinity.
Celery, Onion and Green Peppers.
There was the seasoning mix too.
The chicken was ready to be thrown in.
The sausage was waiting on the side.
The smooth jazz music was blaring from the radio in the nearby room.
Then the stove wouldn't turn on.
The wind was so strong that
No matter what I did.
I couldn't turn it on.
The pot is still there.
The spoon may not be at the ready
But it can be.
The ingredients are there as well,
Might have to get some fresh ones.
But they are there.
New Orleans is there.
I may have never seen it at its full glory
But I have never seen a city
Help each other
Come back to life
Like New Orleans.
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