Bent along the horizon
The last tangerine smile of the evening
Night in deep blues bleeding
Over the fading light
The clouds have already bowed their heads
Soft billows of cool blue sighs
The cement remembers the heat of the day
But the rest of the world is letting go
Slowly slipping into a calm night's cool
Saying their goodbyes
To a day that came and went
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A free stage, a bandshell you might say.
Some cheesy tourist trap on a warm summer's night,
otherwise dominated by ennui and predictability
even if the tourism leaders have as their trope
"where something's happening every minute."
An evening concert series sponsored as much
by local tourism promoters as much as civic such
to provide some Wholesome Family Amusements
besides excesses of beer and debauchery
bound to produce a bad aftertaste in the end.
And for some reason, due to Circumstances
Unforseen beforehand, the performance
originally advertised is unable to appear. Luckily,
for some reason, The Banana Splits are in the area--
and the Cattanooga Cats likewise.
Two crazy-type music acts. One Giant Show.
Both taking their performance-type turns,
both having their fans and both getting laughs
when the commentary requires it. And both
having quite the singalongs with the crowd.
A crowd somehow driven by curiosity
over what the local performance stage hath
in musical offerings, or just to kill time
before heading off to the local taverns or
back to the resort.
And for The Finale: Unexpected though it may be,
someone comes up with a joint insturmental of
the old "Wonderful Land;" don't ask me how this came
into being, or who suggested that number for
the joint concluding number.
And though their styles musically may differ,
the synthesis ensuing must have turned out to be
something extraordinary or memorable. Memorable
enow for the local gazetta to make note thereof in
the front page of the next edition.
(Obviously for want of anything otherwise newsworthy.)
And what could have been especially memorable more
than to have members of both bands turn up at the end
for selfie requests and autographs as well, and for both
to show much in the way of affectation from the fans who
were attracted thus more out of ennui and curiosity.
Heads up: Next week, the Poetry Corner will be in hiatus; however, a special Minnesota State Fair edition of the Postcards from Snagglepuss will fill this space at the usual time. Look for the next Hanna-Barberian poesy exercise in two weeks' time (as in September 10th). Otherwise, I'd like to see some poesy of yours inspired by the Hanna-Barbera cartoons of our youth, as well as your comments on these poetic exercises and displays.
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