The view of the New Orleans skyline upon entering Lake Pontchartrain on I-10 is mythical, emeralded City of Oz looking, with but we veer south and head into a cluster of oil refineries & prisons, the little towns of Chaimette, Meraux, and Violet, right outside of Delacroix; all small towns flooded with the industrial wake & backwash of poverty from the Big Easy. Ain’t no levee for that flood.
We awake this morning in Louisiana Bayou country---slow cooked rib sunshine on feathery cypress tree tops---remains from night before plastic bag drug off to edge of woods---shredded---all the plastic sucked off the bone---All the cans licked clean. What an exciting vacation here we are talking about the trash.
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