Sunday, October 14, 2012

La Calaca a Day - #14


Last night, alone, he saw the rising moon
set silver fires among his stalks of corn
and watched the tassels burn like candlewicks.
At dawn he saw the noisy crows return.

They know him for a friend, this man of sticks
in boots that dangle just above the dirt,
the handle of a rake shoved through his shirt.
On summer days when grass around him sways
like wave that follows wave upon the ocean,
I've seen him shake, a dancer on a stake,
as if he feels a music in the motion.
And once I saw his round astonished eyes
observe with more than painted-on surprise
a black snake flow like water down a hole,
and heard him sing upon his wooden pole.

I found this poem here - this is a FaceBook page and I hope you will go over and see the original picture that accompanied the entry - it's so adorable!  Old Moss Woman has some wonderful entries and this is one not to be missed.

(Rebecca is hosting La Calaca a Day for the month of October.  You can participate here.)

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