It reminded some of joy, others of anguish,
though no one knew precisely what it was.
We all declared it a miracle of language,
though even that it was we accepted on trust.
The people lined up fender to fender –
it had this way of stealing a crowd’s attention.
But how it looked and sounded no one remembered,
or if they did it was never mentioned.
There were revelers involved as well as mourners.
Only later did I think how I was faring.
I felt like an old man on a corner
hawking curios of my painted self at large.
After pausing awhile to gather my bearings
I continued along in my errands,
bound to repeat the greetings with which I was charged.
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