Oh, how I wish I could,
My darling Christopher,
To go to Michigan
To douse my ankles
Into aureate waters of Huron
I heard somebody say
The last Iroquois
On the bank of St. Claire
Is smoking peace-pipe
With a Yankee
His drowsy appaloosa
Suspires deeply --
Unbearable swelter
Drives him into
The shadow of the walnut tree
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Christopher, my darling,
I also heard
somebody saw Him there
On the eastern shore in Ontario
Staring at the golden horizons
I wish I knew if He has found
what he was looking for -
another world out there
*another world out there