Here in Oaxaca it's the Night of the Radishes

Here in Oaxaca it's the Night of the Radishes
Now I wave from the green
balcony above the gardenia
in my shoes without socks the sun
is frankly generous
today when everyone needs
room at the inn Time to put
the buddha back in place
He doesn't mind being `catholic'
in Mexico
Part of the long preliminaries of the days
preparation
for carving through the red skin


DECEMBER 23 TUESDAY

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