Not All it Seems

This is not funny.

(It's someone's pride and joy, a quarter mile from where she was moored)




This is not a bathtub ring.

(It's a home, bearing the sludge left from two solid weeks of slow, painful flood drainage.)




This is not a guardhouse at a prison camp.

(It's the once lush greenspace at West End, where families walked and played with their pets and children)




This is not a terrorist bomb site.

(This is a quiet, tree-lined neighborhood street in Lakeview.)


This is not the New Orleans I know.