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As big as a souvenir silver dollar

sold at the trinket shops all up and down

Bourbon, Canal and every side street,

shining with the portrait of Ms Bankhead,

or is it Anne Sullivan, I can never remember,

some woman from Alabama, for sure.

Now it is disappearing down the street

between Faulkner House and St James cathedral.

I am not catholic and I have read every word

that man wrote, and the moon is setting

behind the Crescent City Connector.

I put my tacky silver dollar in my pocket

and walked back to my hotel

past the all night party that is the quarter,

with that big ole moon burning in the eyes of my mind.