And then at ten-thirty the scratched-up Water Music
Began to skip and at the red three truck-bed Mexicans
Sucked blue Gatorades and turned to stare.
Handel was one of those blunt gestures we tried back then
To seem like adults or aliens from a more interesting planet,
To make the sand on Sixteenth seem like a clue in a dream,
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