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Lori Jones McCaffery
Poems
Sep 2020
IT RAINED ON MY PARADE
The marching band had practiced
The majorettes had tasseled boots
And the Tuba was very shiny.
The Grand Marshall was famous
And the car he rode was new.
With bunting all along the sides.
The soldiers in the honor guard
Rode horses striking as their flags
And their brass buttons glittered.
My float was finished just in time.
The theme was deftly chosen
And the final rose at last in place.
The streets were lined with people
Holding cameras and cell phones,
Their children sitting on the curb.
Motorcycle cops were set
To lead the whole thing off -
Their bikes let out a roar
That drowned the sound of pitter pat
As drops began to tumble
From an almost cloudless sky.
It became a shower, which
Became a heavy rain
And ended in a deluge
My little float was battered;
The flowers were all crushed -
All my hard work was gone
The only thing that I could do
Was call out for a rain delay
And take my float back home.
I have only wilted flowers
To remember that day by,
Pressed between the pages,
Of a scrap book on the shelf.
ljm
Rain? What rain? 152 days with no measurable moisture in So. Nevada. Wow.
Written by
Lori Jones McCaffery
F/Laughlin, Nevada
(F/Laughlin, Nevada)
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