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16 The river turns in a half circle. The Goose Island bridges curve over the river curve. Then the river panorama performs for the bridge, dots. . . lights. . . dots. . . lights, sixes and sevens of dots and lights, a lingo of lanterns and searchlights, circling sprays of gray and yellow. A man came as a witness saying: "I listened to the Great Lakes And I listened to the Grand Prairie, And they had little to say to each other, A whisper or so in a thousand years. 'Some of the cities are big,' said one. 'And some not so big,' said another. 'And sometimes the cities are all gone,' Said a black knob bluff to a light green sea."