Strings and brass <br />Depression glass <br />reflections of an era <br /> <br />black and white <br />in every sense– <br /> <br />flying feet <br />contradicting the stillness <br />of the foodlines. <br /> <br />A nation's hopes <br />in swirling satin <br />settling softly on his knee <br />as the music died.<br /><br />Lori Boulard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fred-and-ginger/
