buttoned up with meaning,
like clockwork in the sky
throughout the year,
a garland of desire like
a field of bristling suns
gravely marching to do
their business with the
great beyond, equal to both
sides of life’s coin:
weddings and funerals
joy and loss
take it or leave it,
stuff your pockets full of gold
I can’t think of marigolds without thinking about that old movie Monsoon Wedding, and the friend of mine who said that it reminded of her of her own wedding. Where I live now, they take on a new meaning, cropping up outside every store for Dia de Los Muertos. . . . Thanks for reading!
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