Slap of big water
passing by Kalaria Island
Water all the
way from Chicago
Waves of jazz from the windy city
mixing with past dreams of Indian ghosts
that used to canoe from the depths
of the Great Lakes
Lakes now full of zebra mussels
covering all but a small trace of a life
I can only dream about
while i sit at dawn
and watch this river flow
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