I’m way behind in posting, again. Here’s from the Día de los Muertos celebration in Placerville two weeks ago:
Day of the Dead
That night we changed the clocks
that same evening we became timeless
from art gallery full of ofrendas mourning
the dead, offering marigolds to lead their spirits
back, butterflies and pan de muerto,
a procession down Main Street with costumed
singers and dancers – blast of a conch shell horn –
incense of copal, all those people
we don’t know, tiniest children and grannies,
small dogs and large dogs, mysterious
songs we remember from long ago
and never heard before, and a giant skeleton –
bony fingers painted green and red
as arthritic hands, sombrero’d skull almost
touching sunset clouds – don’t ask me
what time it is. We go with the light.
~ Taylor Graham
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