Chivalry Resting

Chivalry Resting
Between two idle palms

There are bends that don't break
And those lines are magnificent

We stripe our tape
Powder our noses, underarms, cupped hands

Along the bank of some river
Women wash cloth, kids bathe

Then again on full moons
Asking for the sun to return

Before long there are hollers
About half of everything shaking

It might be low pressure rain bands
But it is unknown until it passes
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8.27.13