springtime festivals
things that crash and clash
like overbought stock markets
and preposterous accessories
blowing up in a single session
and overtaking empty streets
where st. patrick day parades
weave in and out of the hearts
of plump little girls and boys
scooping up wrapped candy
thrown by spooks in makeshift floats
clad in green and grey spacesuits
pants pockets turned inside out
march two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
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This poem evokes the nostalgia of crowds, joy and enthusiasm.
Thank you visiting and commenting on this piece, Padmini. I enjoyed reading your poetry earlier at Terror House Magazine.
Thank you so much. How are things in your state? Are people confined to home too?
Most people are staying home except for essential workers. Hopefully there is an end in sight sometime soon. Stay safe and healthy.