TIME OUT

It was noonday
as a Dash passed me by
rain filling the curb
near my borrowed Moped
as a dubious sports-minded
crowd on the left side
on the toll booth
headed for the ball park
one guy brandished
a large home made banner
of his local team
tasted Charles river air
as his twin brother
puts on his baseball cap
backwards
taking off by the sandy dunes
on the right bank
as chestnuts fall from the trees
resembling a painting of Corot.