Poetry About Festivals

Lanterns teach the ordinary street a second name. Drums travel farther than the smell of frying bread. Children carry painted suns above their heads. Strangers share a bench and become a laughing table. For one bright night, the town remembers how to gather. Morning finds confetti holding rain in every gutter.

Drums travel farther than the smell of frying bread. Celebration makes a temporary country of the crowd. Strangers share a bench and become a laughing table. Even festivals keeps more than one meaning in view. Joy leaves small evidence for daylight to collect.

Lanterns teach the ordinary street a second name. Time carries the image beyond its first appearance. Children carry painted suns above their heads. For one bright night, the town remembers how to gather. Joy leaves small evidence for daylight to collect. Morning finds confetti holding rain in every gutter.