Author Lola Ridge Do you rememberHoney-melon moonDripping thick sweet lightWhere Canal Street saunters off by herself among quiet trees?And the faint decayed patchouli--Fragrance of New OrleansLike a dead tube roseUpheld in the warm air...Miraculously whole. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments