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Oh, what will you wear?
ReplyDeleteThat which arrives in Autumn's air?
A witch is Halloween, indeed.
HOLI DAY
ReplyDeleteThere's a Hindu Holi day in
Spring in India where they throw
zappy bright colored
powder on each other and
streams of colored water
shot from hoses into joyous
crowds arms raised and
shouting and who then
end up looking positively
neon pink blue green or orange
against happy mahogany skin
whereas here kids wear
Target Spiderman costumes and
witch hats and hold out their
stash bags at our genial doors
as long as the Snickers and
Tootsie Rolls hold out
until the
porch light's out
Christmas
ReplyDeletecomes in august now,
in grocery store displays
and santas bearing ruffle chips,
baked party crackers, convenient
serving containers, jarred red candles
that smell of pine needless and cinnamon
and taste like apples and high fructose corn syrup.
I'm making that up. but in the grocery store in august
I did see a 10' plastic snow globe with a jolly man inside it
with a curly white beard, and clothes inappropriate to the season.
El Dia de Muertos
ReplyDeleteDeath reborn
masks of skulls
bright colors and
fond memories
a day for souls
relived again
gifts of love
altar for prayer
tears to forget
eternal flames
for those who never return
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ReplyDeleteredface
we gave thanks each november,
by dressing as paper-bag indians,
with war paint on our cheeks
and rainbow-colored feathers
attached by globs of elmer’s glue
to construction paper headbands.
lifting our hands, palms forward,
we greeted each other with “hao!”
and shouted out pow-wow cries,
making boys with black pilgrim hats
and girls with tissue-paper bonnets
crumple their headgear in giggles.
where i'm from the wild turkeys roam
ReplyDeleteliving off the grass and trash
at the sides of busy roads and highways
the sightings start in early october
but as thanksgiving draws nearer
the numbers in the flocks dwindle
until only a few unhappy, ugly birds
are left to fend and breed and spread
to prepare for the next season