How 'Bout

A musical interlude: generals,
mustachioed, tipping their hats
look stage left and then the piano
starts with something uplifting
old-timey Oh Susanna Oh
now the backup singers
look to you for their cue
and regroup — natty, colorful,
coordinated, like the generals,
like a counter of folded T-shirts
at the Gap and when the curtain
falls, when the curtain falls when
the curtain drops you exit
vaguely exhilarated, humming.


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