The Legendary Kingdom of Florida
You can almost swim across large parts of Florida, swim and
walk a few steps and then plunge again into the cool sexual
embrace of yet another blue swimming pool.
You can almost cross the peninsular of Florida by using the
fairways, the greens, and the links of the many golf courses.
In the everglades and other swampy parts a dragonfly can flit
from one half-submerged alligator head to another flying
miles in that hopping-stones way.
Florida has backwoods cracker-holdouts where native
Floridians sit on lawn chairs where there are no lawns. They
rest and watch the snowbirds arriving on passenger jets that
never cease coming. The folks that live out there may often
pull a 'cold one' from a cooler and spit in resigned disgust,
that copious spittle seeps into the the earth to nourish
earthworms that delve and wriggle creating minor upheavals
that occasionally weaken the subsoil forming sink holes
elsewhere. You can travel from one sink hole to another;
navigate a way around sunken cars and homes by following
the ever breaking news and ‘road-out’ police reports.
All these observations are a mighty huge exaggeration and
a rather shaky hypothesis for sure but so is the notion of
Florida.
Florida exists in the heat of the moment where all things
merge into a Disney Fantasy one often displayed upon front
yards, where ubiquitous flamingos preen; plastic garden
adornments that in Florida are a protected species.
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