One after next, the towers of Pontchartrain
Sheen like a snake in the
Grass, set deeply as long, and
Onward to Maurepas.

Sequencing out of the city, see them in
Chain showing things from the
Past are yet equal to those in the 
Future, plane-ward cast.

Spotting a gray in the distance I notice the
Sun, as still as the
Line, and everywhere shadowing
Sidewalks in turpentine.

Marching in place with the drones of the waterfront
Booming in time, the
Call for the second line beating in
Notes through the levy wall. 

Bigger than life, the lakes in their gatekeeping
Break up the clime ‘twixt the
North and the south as the split of the
Shorelines is shouted forth!