There is only one way to kiss the dead
– get a flotilla of people and sail the street
like it’s a sea.
Image (c) Danielle J Adomaitis
blown away with tears.
I am told (by the photographer) that it was a very moving occasion.
Absolutely the only way to go…loved this one!
[...] — from thoughts after reading kvennarad’s stunning “Funeral in The Big Easy“ [...]
Having been to the Big Easy and loved it so well, this post hits my best place. Nicely done, as if you know any other way.
Thank you. I have never been there, but I have absorbed a lot – by osmosis – from someone who is totally engaged with the city.
Wow, what a poem.
Sometimes one of mine works.
Beautiful words to accompany a beautiful picture..I have been to nola many times ( and you read on my current endeavor) and yes, it is truly a place that celebrates ..even in death..
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