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high above us
the ghost of a melody
shaking its head
wringing its hands
we return at last
to light and air
the moon’s vacant face
scowls in an empty field
someone has plucked the stars
one by one
and threaded them like a chain of daisies
now there are no sky flowers
to adorn the night
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noche de rábanos
someone has taken a knife
and peeled an enormous radish
this cartoon moon face
this full skull hanging from nothing
this lantern lighting from above
now my lover sculpts time
and space
into small chunks
each sacrifice
a jewel between her fingers
I pin to my chest
three small notes
and a skeleton of words
rogermoorepoet 
Hmmm, a bit of a spooky turn to this section. Still, I love it!
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Everything in Oaxaca is a little bit spooky, even the joyous dancing. Life and death walk hand in hand. It’s just that we of the north so rarely see them together.
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Such a mixture of the old and the new, the pagan and the Christian. What an interesting world.
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The witch doctor practicing his magic with a little fire on the steps of the central cathedral has always baffled me.
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A wonder the priest doesn’t chase him away…
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And vice versa. They seem to tolerate each other with relative benevolence. maybe it’s all for the tourists …
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That would make sense!
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I love this
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hank you for the compliment and thank you for the visit. So glad you liked it.
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This is just a treat of words…I’m indulging! Thanks for sharing this, Roger!
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Thanks, Tanya. A couple of my friends promised to put this piece to music. Alas, they never did. So glad you like it.
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I love it, Roger!
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