Moon sign (thoughts on a parade)

Below the sign of these times

moon hangs languidly in a neon blue sky

commotion and motion swirling to the beat

of the cop car lights

no traffic allowed except by foot.

We meander in and about the lots

as children sit watching and waiting

and the drums in the distance herald the start

as the oohs and ahhhs start

marchers move in procession

and the band fills the air with a lively tune

as I feel tears in my eyes

as I often do when I hear the horns and drums

played by practiced hands who move in rhythm

to the beat.

A cool day on tap as the breeze blows gently down upon

the street lined with camera clad folks

and candy is thrown to the children who sit

gathered up by eager hands

I laugh and raise my view to the coming

of the local parade.

With politics and red, white and blue

I choose to capture the young faces found

and of course the cone

because everyone loves a happy cream

and this day moves past and as we turn to leave

when the end is near

I’m glad that I live here.

Thoughts on a Siesta Fest going on in town all weekend, vendors of food and jewelry, crafts and clothes and of course, the parade. Glad we came and just thought I’d share some of what I saw. Peace and march on folks….K