SO WHEN THEY
SING OF ASWAN
They sing of you? Or me? Or us?
This whole, darn tired world I guess
get a verse sooner or later. Outside
the car-pool tunnel, there's a syndrome
I see : In Gloucester Mass. they feed
the world; flash-freeze the fish and
pack it fast. Men reading newspapers,
but only on the sly, like an old-world
movie with some temptress and some
guy. The Finger Lakes? Been there and
done that, with Nelson and Chris! High
up the tired lair of old Cayuga Lake.
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Peach Orchard Road it was called,
where we turned the lazy car and
drove down to the roaring falls. We
clambered up rocks and stood in the
spray : two kids, two wives, two
husbands, and a dog. (If it wasn't
yesterday, it had to be today)?
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