“Green Bay”
The bay looms large, chewing pulp along the Fox
And wafting exhaust, obscuring the lake.
The steam glows at night, mangling factory lights
Acting backdrop to the spot lit bell towers
That gleam daytime against the twilight plumes.
Along the horizon, town lights lurk
Reminders of places that trip my tongue.
Their sounds so familiar and removed.
Intoxicating.
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