Every year at this time, Lafayette, Louisiana hosts the Festival International in which musicians from all over the world play on stages downtown. It's free and it's wonderful. Also, this is peak crawdad season.
There have been excellent Aprils some years
In Nebraska, but, sadly, this isn't one. The wind's
Been relentless. Most days have been cold, so
I've repacked my bags, and I'm going back south,
This time, to the bayous around Lafayette. I will
Bask in the sunshine by my motel's pool, and I'll
Wander through downtown to visit the stages
Set up for musicians from all of the world. I'll
Buy to-go cocktails to drink as I listen, not leaving
Until I am desperate for food, at which point
I'll seek crawdads and bowls of rich gumbo.
I'll stay until May comes to push away April,
Then dream of not needing my coat anymore
When I finally have to go home.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2022-04-25 at 17:30
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