The poems have started to come to me again
Passing by in review where I sit in what might have been thought a grandstand
Because I have made much of myself here and often
Saluting with swords raised as they cross my sight
A drum major swinging the mace up and down before
The band beats out its cadence and the horns blare
And I marvel at their shining uniforms
Ribbons and buttons gleaming in the light
Streaming down from above
Before I hunch in again and
Get back to what else I was doing

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