So many different sights in the French Quarter. I am so lucky to have lunch in the Quarter at least twice a week; even if I bring my own lunch and just observe the daily scene through the front doors.
Crawling out of the cosmic dust:
We all come forth.
The struggle for normal;
Whatever that is!
Do we really want all
To look in the same direction?
No St. Francis;
No Mother Theresa;
No Einstein.
I fear the normals;
If they rule:
Run for cover.
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