The Lordville 4th of July Parade

At the bottom of the mountain
the road was washed out by the flood,
but that couldn’t stand in the way
the day of the Lordville parade.

The children strolled and rode
in wheelbarrows across the bridge
tooting kazoos and piping their lungs
the day of the Lordville parade.

The old poet Kuzminsky with an eye patch
sat on his jeep, his bathrobe splayed,
his various books covered by a tarp
the day of the Lordville parade.

We walked the railroad tracks
to the abandoned train stop,
we marveled at the river’s still steep height
the day of the Lordville parade.

We wandered the haunted decrepit house
looking for a bathroom
followed by a three legged dog
the day of the Lordville parade.

The children swung at a piñata
nearly knocking each other over blindfolded
until the confetti gave up the candy
the day of the Lordville parade.

There was hot dogs potato salad
Coronas and ice cream and goodies galore
enough for everyone and then some
the day of the Lordville parade.

The day was too short, a t-shirt souvenir,
no telling how long we might have stayed,
all I really want is to come back again next year
to the fantastic and lovely Lordville parade.