The Indian Chief & Road King

mirrored fly-glass

and polished chrome

are tinted

in the blood orange dawn

running dogs of lummi

hush quiet

on this celestial

summer morn

clubman bars

and tan saddles

strapped to

the lowered hind

skull caps

and fitted chaps

for the open flow

and rich peripheral scene

concessions at the peace arch

(from the blue-coat fuzz)

black *****

and maples

cake the bow hill

and chuckanut

choppers launch

at edison

(with their metal fleck

and tuft)

a half moon rises

on the concho

and interstellar cross

cinnamon gulls

and ravens

scour the netted docks

warlock driftwood

and row homes

spot the winding

coastal roads

rumbling sounds

at the packer slew ~

with the redolence

of briny bay

alive

on the overlook

at fairhaven

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