Mardi Gras poetry

Thursday through Tuesday is a blur. At any given point, there were an extra 12-17 people staying in the house. The many many parades can only be distinguished as either day or night. Miles of walking helped my ankle but led to an injury for someone else. We ate well, drank well but definitely didn’t sleep well.

I couldn’t completely cover all that happened in a post. To honor the Mardi Gras experience, I leave a few haikus.

Thursday
Preparing for guests,
anxious, restless, excited.
Hang green, purple, gold!

Friday
Circling the city
to find ruin, color, passion;
Parades and friends roll.

Saturday
Sleep three hours, parades
Nine squeeze into one sedan.
Oysters on their shells.

Sunday
Crawfish are ready:
Juicy and tender, tasty.
Suck juice from the heads

Sunday Night
Catch beads from Batman.
Feet soak up Bourbon Street breath -
Live jazz validates.

Lundi Gras
Tour broken N’Awlins,
Share turducken and sunshine.
Taste red beans, jazz, love.

Mardi Gras
6 a.m. wake up -
Bloody Marys trump coffee.
Bask in beads and rays.

Wednesday
What day is today?
Recover, reflect, renew:
Empty house silence.