in which the last line of every sonnet appears as the first of the next; so "warm as a campfire on a bitter night" appropriately begins and ends the sequence devoted to that gathering place that meant so much to so many.The final section reveals, in poem after poem, how the ends of things are present in their beginnings, from love affairs to tourist monologues about the city (turned from simple reminiscence to complex post-Katrina mourning), ending on a glorious note of flight as watchers applaud purple martins taking off at the lakeshore.
from The Times-Picayune: Poet Julie Kane imagines a stirring 'Jazz Funeral'
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