Last night a light swath of rain:
first in a wide stretch and perhaps
the last in a long. Weather is cool
and people are out in their yards
forking the final tines of heavy winter
brush into meaty flames, orange flapping
up against the gray room of the sky.
Dogwood is still blooming, some of
the fig leaves are beginning to be
about hand-sized, and the small yellow
birds yanker happily over what's
left of the moisture. Some sweet peas
climbing the fence, heroically.
I took this shot a few days ago with
my plastic Holga camera. The holga is
a medium-format cult toy, equivalent in
price to about 3 rolls of film. It is
the perfect Calaveritas tool, good for
thwacking around & capturing hoofed
ghosts.
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sometimes in the late afternoon you might make out two ghosts. separate but close,
on top of the calaveritas historical marker
they swo o o on and mo a n
and crave attention in a deep sort of way
never speak to them in an ordinary cadence
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