wandering the edge of wakefulness
bouncing on cross currents of last night
and tomorrow morning the rhythm of the wake
left by a silent passing barge
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a season of tired dog fights
the fishermen and madmen have returned to the river
and so have the tourists
and they, and the men with their fishing poles
do their best
to ignore them —
the tourists, entertained
by all the kitsche, all the flavor,
we who will be remembered
as ghosts, as local color
photoshopped out of frame
Watchman’s Journal 24 Apr 22: day after Thunder
No one complains about trash left by the majority of tourists as much as they complain about the trash left by a fraction of street folks.
That includes the tourists who live at the edge of the county and only come downtown to abuse it in the name of a good time.