Poems ✍️

Band concert public square Nebraska city. Flowing and circling dresses, summerwhite dresses. Faces, flesh tints flung like sprays of cherry blossoms. And
gigglers, God knows, gigglers, rivaling the pony whinnies of the Livery Stable
Blues.
Cowboy rags and nigger rags. And boys driving sorrel horses hurl a cornfield
laughter at the girls in dresses, summer-white dresses. Amid the cornet staccato
and the tuba oompa, gigglers, God knows, gigglers daffy with life’s razzle dazzle.
Slow good-night melodies and Home Sweet Home. And the snare drummer
bookkeeper in a hardware store nods hello to the daughter of a railroad
conductor—a giggler, God knows, a giggler—and the summer-white dresses filter
fanwise out of the public square.
The crushed strawberries of ice cream soda places, the night wind in
cottonwoods and willows, the lattice shadows of doorsteps and porches, these
know more of the story