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Black & Blue

by Elizabeth Burk

spacer In the always bluesy
sometimes boozy
ever easy Dixie stop,
where shuffle down shoes
strut a high steppin' hip be-bop

comes the rising water,
slippery slosh,
blues and blacks
on burning roof tops

By the dawn's early light
through the woozy blue sky,
o say can you see
the blackened water's rising high,

in the blue blue hoo
of the hurricane's eye,
the never ending mud-flood
black-blood true-blue sky-high
bye bye city blues.

First Published in LOUISIANA REVIEW
Spring 2007, Volume 5, Page 47