Stage (May)

Old temperance assemblies were swift to save, sure to bless. Old public debates nailed evolution to the floor inside an hour. Old socialist rallies argued workers’ paradise in May Day salvation tones. It was new, a stage they were going through. Old Shakespeare in full fig exited, pursued by a bear. Old club songs lifted to crested prosceniums. Old dances took the corner lady before rock-and-roll all shook-up. Old town hall meetings simmered before the city changed its name. Old polling booths kept queues moving the upwardly downwardly mobile. It was a stage they were passing through, a balancing act.