Lafayette

The images revolve
around
dust and grit
wind and wine
sunrise and twilight
and a light
in the middle
of the night.

They revolve around
distance and touch
aroma and taste
steel guitars and violins
turned fiddle
on a Saturday night.

Around ball gowns and bare feet
mid-life convertibles and crawfish
drive-thru daiquiri stands
and the sweet Lafayette air
laying its black velvet
upon my skin.