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Leaving Lafayette Cemetery,
destination Guy's Po' Boys,
I traipsed to the famed street
lined with art and antique stores.
Too far to walk in the heat and hunger,
I stood for a bus, when he started
chatting, a fellow Pennsylvanian
and music lover, in NOLA without
his late wife whom he nursed through ALS.
We both wanted to hit Ogden Museum,
impressed with the idea of self-taught
artists' work on display. But I never
saw him again, and in those three
Southern minutes, formed a nameless memory.