automatic new orleans 3

the morning came un-expected
with screaming sirens and local bustle.
not tired i stroll the balcony lined streets
now quieted for a brief moment as the day dwellers softly awaken
and the night crawlers crawl into bed.
i find a lone mother of thousands lieing beside a potted tree.
i sigh reclining myself to the sidewalk.
it is refreshing to see plants in this city; so old and material.
life is shaded here.
even the homes are hidden amongst courtyards with storefront facades
and no invitations.