Heading Back North
The zipper runs up Florida, traffic teeth gripping certain hours, gapping others, rednecked, bottlenecked in clumps of coastal shoots sprung up from Miami’s palmy fringe that rainbows into bloom until Gator Alley’s central swamp sucks all colors in a browngreen, invading pythons wending, winding … We of Highway 75 angle north past uncultivated fields …