We Gather Together to Ask
Saturday afternoon, art show behind me,
temperature about normal for June in LaCrosse.
Sitting on a bench, music from the bandstand.
High school kids seeing themselves as a cross
between Tower of Power and Beyonce.
Getting down, full of teenage bravado.
Riz personified.
Cruise boat passes, tour guide over the PA regales
tales of Indian tribes gathering at the mouths
of three rivers, battles fought by one group of white settlers
after another, boundary disputes with Minnesota,
lumber barons, bridge builders and bridge burners.
Some infamous, some forgotten.
All of them gone.
A barefoot girl chases giant bubbles
catches about one in ten.
Tangled brown hair flying with the breeze.
Non stop pursuit until
her dad runs out of dish soap.
Vapors from the BBQ truck,
insipid aromas of cotton candy cloy the air,
spiced dashes of tacos and street corn,
borne on the breeze headed down-river.
Ducks swim by as seventy thousand
cubic feet of water per second rips by
to mingle with the Gulf of Mexico
south of the Big Easy.
This symphony, brought as one
on this June Saturday, never
to be in concert again.
Dan Reed England