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At The Sloane Slattery on Saturday (Free verse) by Limness
Antique tools and ancient engines Harleys lined up next to Indians Driven there, and carted in Used and loved, for sale again. Vendors selling well-worn parts Steam machines with iron hearts Long, loose belts and heavy wheels: Popping, firing, belching, steel Turn and grind and dig and plow As they have for centuries now. And to eat, there's steam-cooked soup Corn-on-the-cob, and burgers too. The city folk laughed, manning the booth, At me for wanting my ear uncooked But I smiled and paid the man Went around back, shucked it and Ate it raw, silk and all. The air is cool, the sun is hot, In between seasons, and time's forgot The span between back then and now With a crowd just milling around Gawking at the boothed displays: New England on a Saturday

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