Two Places

Louisiana, home of a thousand Family Dollar stores
and cotton farms planted with corn for ethanol
I think of you as I return to Oakland,

report for jury duty with hundreds
of others wating to be screened for weapons,
swiping smart phones as if they could save us.

Louisiana, camouflaged in brown leaves
on a breast pocket of lottery tickets and cigarettes.
Another weekend I drive across the Bay Bridge,

pass a coral reef that covers the hills of San Francisco
in window panes of white waves,
I’m lost in a place between two places

where fresh produce arrives from Walmart
and everyone is a po’boy at the gas station.
Louisiana, my hand shimmers in your bayou,

in the Ouachita River where grandmothers
tell stories from mounds of earth,
a bay and a cypress

and the word hosanna,
how they grew apart in a well of water.
Louisiana, we live in two places.

About Lenore Weiss

Lenore's collections include "Tap Dancing on the Silverado Trail" (2011) from Finishing Line Press, “Sh’ma Yis’rael” (2007) from Pudding House Publications, and "Cutting Down the Last Tree on Easter Island" (West End Press, 2012). Her writing has won recognition from Poets&Writers (finalist in California Voices contest) and as a finalist for Pablo Neruda Prize, Nimrod International Journal. The Society for Technical Communication has recognized her work regarding Technical Literacy in the schools. All material is copyrighted on this site and cannot be used without the author's permission.
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