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Louisiana
Heading east, after Arizona,
through New Mexico and past
the wide Lone Star state,
greens shade from dull to bright.
The desert was pale pastels
and heat devoid of moisture.
Here, humid bayou flora flourish
in black and steamy soil where
hurricanes hit the coast, winds
flatten sugar cane, and two
rich-brown nutrias cross a placid canal.
Their wakes, on the still surface, are
clean and nearly perfect inverted
V's.
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