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