Cora Bosse
A Walk Within a Memory
Crimson-streaked violet sky
And me striding beneath it
I wonder what the garden district
Smells like now, in Spring
I wonder if the ladies are wearing their feathered hats
If their once-betrotheds are playing their saxophones
Out on Bourbon Street, in the almost-rain
I wonder if the whiskey tastes the same
Bio
Cora Bosse is a native Cincinnatian and houseplant killer. She has been writing poetry of varying quality for most of her life; her earliest poems prompted phone calls to her mother from the school guidance counselor. She hopes that her poems make the reader smile, or at least have a weird dream later.