are at it again in the street
they practice twice a week on a Tuesday and Thursday
more in the periods before the local fiestas
it is painful to listen to
the duff notes make me listen even harder–
is that really Despacito?
this band is a parable
surely the priest can see this
one that teaches us that sometimes it is just best to give up
but no they continue every week 50ft from my window
the crooked-eyed trumpeter
the fat girl who wears the same salmon-pink crop top on flute
the paedy-looking one blowing his french horn
is that really Like a Virgin?
I walk to window and wind down the wooden shutter
turn the handle to time the soft clicks of the rolling shutter to the din
