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ANNE BABSON AFTER THE PARADES Hitching back from Mardi Gras to Tulsa, Dalton ditched the beads in a rest stop trash can. Henry, still dressed as a mad monk, nodded, understanding. Billy Bob, mustard in his ZZ Top beard, asked why. "I was fixin' to DIY a macrame for my mee-maw with those!" Dalton squatted against the bark of a birch, watching a wood duck Just past the swamps of Manchac. "Don't you get it? The beads glitter but already clog up landfill! All this wilderness — Next time we pass here, it'll lie in lake water, And you and I, we'll be in a boat drifting nowhere." |