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Polanyi in New Orleans

July 31, 2009

Cloudburst gone, a July sun peaks
through the trees onto the glistening
wet sidewalk where a man
twists balloons into weiner dogs

At the edge of the Cafe Du Monde
We sit and wait for beignets and coffee au lait
the ritual of confirmation
into the world of streetcars and Mardis Gras
the French Quarter

The air is fresh and sweet
As strangers take their morning coffee
with a white heap of powder
over deep-fried dough

A timeless tableau
today rehearsed with new players
indwelling the eternal now
We sip, eat, and talk of Kenya
with the man at the next table

An anonymous society of
explorers savoring the personal
knowledge of beignets

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