It's time to take Anxiety for a walk. He won't take a leash;
she only comes when I don't call; to calm us both we need
to retreat to the trees. This is my hof, my temple, my cathedral.
Not gods exactly but simultaneously chthonic and a part
of the heavens. Tree of Life Genesis and Revelations
Kalpavriksha Gaokerena Yggdrasil. Green on blue is calming.
Notice the hospital walls. The centuries of evergreen oaks and
holy buttress cypress flash gods’s-wink of sun and exhale oxygen.
Crowds and circles of birds an egret’s still reflection on water.
Inspired and refreshed I return to the flood bath of daily horror.
It’s time to take Anxiety for a walk
About Me
Mark Folse is a provincial diarist and aspiring minor poet from New Orleans. His past blogging adventures included the Katina/Federal Flood blog wetbankguide on blogspot.com which David Simon told NY Magazine was one of three blogs that helped inform Treme, and Toulouse Street–Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans, which once outranked the Doobie Brothers on Google Search. His work has appeared in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, The New Delta Review, Metazen, New Laurel Review, Ellipsis, What We Know: New Orleans as Home, Please Forward, The Maple Leaf Rag IV, and A Howling in the Wires (which he co-edited).
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Well Bottom Blues 
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