Davenport. Dubuque. Sabula.
Their long syllables might be boxcars
rumbling at night along the river,
their doors half-open, headed elsewhere.
The elder names have lost their voices.
In dreams, they drift through open windows,
cheerless and cold. Fulton. Clinton.
Follets. Savanna, Illinois.
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