Ribbon Custody Dispute After Triple-Dedication Weekend

A gold ribbon cut at a bakery,
A riverside bench—and then bravery
At the industrial sign.
Three albums in line.
All: “the original ribbon” in savory.

The reviewers concluded: either
The ribbon had traveled hither
Faster than minutes—
Or civic business
Had collapsed custody altogether.

The chamber argued: our lunch
Confers primary custody’s punch.
The service club: no—
Volunteer scissors bestow
The operative claim on the bunch.

The mayor’s office maintained:
Whichever ribbon the camera obtained
Behind the sash
In official flash—
That’s canonical for public stain.

The object now stores under joint
Ownership seal, at the point
Where no one agreed
And everyone plead
Prior rights. Three parties. One point.

Public materials advised: say
“Commemoratively continuous”—delay
The word “original.”
But that virginal
Phrase has already acquired its own display.

Civic optimism collapsed
Artifact custody into what grasped
Most cleanly: the story.
The ribbon’s glory
Was more about memory than clasped.

The ribbon was cut without fault.
Preservation staff took stock:
Continuity claimed
By memory—named
As fabric length. But fabric’s halt.

“Commemoratively continuous”—
A phrase meant to be innocuous—
Began accruing
Its own ensuing
Authority. Continuous and serious.

None of the photo sequences lied.
All were accurate inside
Their own albuming.
The question: who’s coming
Forward when the same fabric’s applied?