JUST NOW
The brass band was playing
Old Man River down by the riverside -
a swatch of old guys beneath a shoreline
gazebo hung with bunting and flags. The
sort of down-home town square scene
one could find in a poster book of the
joyous American way. Marshall Flaghorn
came sauntering on - to introduce the act
between tunes. But no one is listening.
A few kids run off, a few pigeons fly in.
The slight breeze rustles in over the water,
making ripples along the surface run.
-
As I crested the hill, I noticed the soot
of some down-home squire. Nothing
very special, mind you, just another
riverfront guy - some concrete bust
of Napoleon on the rolling front lawn,
or one of those Gallic others running loose.
It's all made for a simple sauce - river
water running to mud, and the old canal
yet standing by. Those few turtles on
that sunny log? They seem to know
nothing about anything at all.
The brass band was playing
Old Man River down by the riverside -
a swatch of old guys beneath a shoreline
gazebo hung with bunting and flags. The
sort of down-home town square scene
one could find in a poster book of the
joyous American way. Marshall Flaghorn
came sauntering on - to introduce the act
between tunes. But no one is listening.
A few kids run off, a few pigeons fly in.
The slight breeze rustles in over the water,
making ripples along the surface run.
-
As I crested the hill, I noticed the soot
of some down-home squire. Nothing
very special, mind you, just another
riverfront guy - some concrete bust
of Napoleon on the rolling front lawn,
or one of those Gallic others running loose.
It's all made for a simple sauce - river
water running to mud, and the old canal
yet standing by. Those few turtles on
that sunny log? They seem to know
nothing about anything at all.
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