Vidalia Vortex

Vidalia Vortex    
   
a whistlestop for Coolidge    
whose visage shadows fallen idols    
deep in the oxbow lakes of heaven    
where the blues is a guitar of the delta    
with boat ramp to forgotten cypress lodge    
of deep dreamers in holy silence    
of monochrome    
from misty Vidalia vortex    
whose onion eyes    
see where pirogue plies the mattress soul    
of Lafourche turned liquid lane    
for lovers in a silent movie    
when Zydeco becomes a Thibodaux anthem    
for Creole ghosts    
who melt into the marsh    
like firebirds into the dusky blues
of plantation blackbirds singing to the sky  
a song of freedom flying high