INCONGRUITY
The grackles that chimed like a thousand cuckoos
At six o’clock have retired, but one
Splatters his hand as he sits on the bench
Under the box-shaped tree in the park.
A mariachi band tunes up for a wedding
In the cathedral across the street.
Balloon vendors bounce their punching-bag faces.
Strolling teenagers banter and laugh.
Then an American hard rock group,
The Misguided Youth, begin to check
Their mikes. The woman drums a roll.
He leaves ahead of the opening absurdity.
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