Animal Allergies
Jazz strains on every corner,
Hooves clacking on pavement,
Hooves clacking on pavement,
traffic carefully navigating tiny,
French Quarter streets
as pedestrians and carriages
shared the byways.
Heard it all; saw little –
Not Brennan's, Bourbon Street,
Jackson Square, or St Louis Cathedral.
Not a glimpse of Bohemian charm
Or old-world architecture.
Face swollen, eyes teary
from horse-powered dander,
I knew then I'd never ride,
Nor feel the explosiveness,
Of beast bursting to gallop
Through open meadow,
Round grassy oval,
Thrusting through the pack
Down the stretch we come.
From couch, summer cool,
In grandstands fall evenings,
That's as close
As I'd plan to get.
French Quarter streets
as pedestrians and carriages
shared the byways.
Heard it all; saw little –
Not Brennan's, Bourbon Street,
Jackson Square, or St Louis Cathedral.
Not a glimpse of Bohemian charm
Or old-world architecture.
Face swollen, eyes teary
from horse-powered dander,
I knew then I'd never ride,
Nor feel the explosiveness,
Of beast bursting to gallop
Through open meadow,
Round grassy oval,
Thrusting through the pack
Down the stretch we come.
From couch, summer cool,
In grandstands fall evenings,
That's as close
As I'd plan to get.
Author: Edward Dzitko
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