Bear Two Ways, One

I am turn­ing a cir­cle around an ursine cir­cle.
How is a bear in this cir­cle with his ass to the high side of Bend, OR?
She just is, and 8^th street flanks her frontside and she is eter­nally
in the round
a
bout.
Every day I pass this bear on my way to the grind. Bend has been writ­ten up in the Times (NY, that is) for the round a bouts. I don’t even know how to spell that. There are many of them here. On the west side of town there are no traf­fic lights, only the cir­cles. It is charm­ing. In the mid­dle of each is art. In the mid­dle of the traf­fic of my life I hope to find art, placed there by some­one else or me, I don’t care. More beauty please. The men who run my job these days want me to drive in cir­cles and load for bear. Ha. Done.