Fiesta 

At 9 a.m. 

near covid's end 

the happy harmonica 

across the way 

chants a waltz with gleeish thumps 

As Anya spills her fresh water saying 

she misses cold ice 

cream, 

her short pink circus tent not far from garden's edge. 

Silence then. Just a single distant rooster and nearby turkey brief condone relief of shade to spell this 

handsome day. 

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Of let's just say 

reduceless heat 

leaving swanlike sway of leaf unseen 

to mark the 

breezeless stay of day

 As distant strain reverts to foxtrot ballads sung to mark the end ofland of proms 

In this land whose granted last request 

re-resurrects a 

deathless innocence.