Thon

Here we sit at the pickathon or some sort of thon
Wheezing heat of the day melting into the dark of the moon
The band tuning tweaking preparing
Cooling crowds bounce from blanket to blanket
As if on rafts in the calm of the river just before the falls
Bass and drums signaling change ahead

-T. Weeks
(A response to “After the Dazzle of Day”)