Gabarus Bay

And it makes me think
Of Pontiac. Killed. At Cahokia.
Lone man wandering, returned…

That is not an ellipsis.
Rather a way of smelling sunshine
That cascades up
From bright fires on summer
Mornings on cool autumn
Evenings… Rather a way

Of umbrellas gyring across
Wet mountain patios
That back up to streets
Where motorcycles hum,
Where motorcycles hum down

Passes from towns
Where people wave hats
While driving golf balls out
From asphalt tees that hit
Old trees with… a clunk…

And, it all makes me think
Of Pontiac.

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