Poem A Day, Poetry

Day Twenty One, Poem Number Twenty One: “Calendar Carousel”

Sin fayo, sin fayo,
cada Cinco de Mayo,
salen las hormigas
actuando como descarados.

Pint after pint,
with no shamrocks in sight,
they drink their green beer,
then fights they’ll incite.

Celebrate independence
by burning down your fence.
Fireworks are good for starting
a war as intense.

We can’t always observe
in ways so absurd.
So let’s recognize the spirits
in actions more than words.

Advertisements
Standard

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s