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The Haunting of Me (Barry Sons - Berwick, LA)




Atchafalaya, you haunt me .

I return to you in my sleep at night.
I anguish trying to paint the smell of you.
The images of you locked in my head as
Turn by turn; the smell of Myrtle trees
Anise scent blown across the marshes.
Iris in spring and Cypress on the wind,
You haunt me day and night. 

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