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At last we know who won, and we can turn
our attention to something within our expertise,
to something like the parks and recreation
the verse of the past opens for us on sunnier days.
We can: but I don’t want to. I want a song
as old as Rome, as new as Twitter, and
I want to revive the parched, beat-up idea
that song is now as it has always been:
if this one sounds too old, that’s as may be—
should it fade, soon enough another will take its place.