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ORCHESTRATION

One white man makes the orchestra
Go hear itself think "Money makes music
Do what it wants,"

The curbs in the country
Used to be asphalt with a cross-section
Like a shark's fin,

The insects make up a huge percentage
Of what is audible in this humidity,
Except for twice an hour (the trains),

The location scout is aware
That his tendency to be disappointed
Is key to success in his work,

The caterer has problems,
And the critics are ambivalent
About performing only texts,

A bunny a ways off detects
Sweeter greens in the patch by the trellis
But also sees the cat on the porch,

Categories exist to make conversation
Possible, but they foreclose fresh observation
Therefore use them sparingly, like salt,

The head of internal communications
Wants to lie down for a spell,

A thousand flickering beings (devils?)
Gather on the edge of a rift in the sandbar
And await their sun cue,

You and I climb out of the hatchback
And get our sackbut and flageolet, our
Ironing, flasks, and stands.