They talked about their hometown teams,
They leaned on the ropes, they craned their necks.
Music began and a green curtain parted.
Lola squealed. She peaked through her fingers.
What is it, she said.
Ezra Jenkins gave a snort.
Danged if I know what it is.
It’s pretty, though. In a strange sort of way.
They stood in the rain, they stood in the heat,
they talked about the price of meat
and no one knew just what it was.
A woman in a purple dress said,
tell ‘em what you told me, son.
Andrew turned red as a Christmascandle.