Some folks mark the seasons by changing out the wreath on the front door or pulling out different colored lights or other decorations. That was the inspiration for this Typewriter Rodeo poem.
Seasonal Décor (for Elyana)
haul them old boxes
out of the garage
or crates from the attic above
festivity nears
and we have to prepare
as we enter the season i love
untangle the tinsel
untie the knots
that cluster in christmas light strings
then put those aside
and dig for the stratum
that’s composed of spookier things
straw men and skeletons
witches and ghosts
orange and black are the colors we need
or a slasher film mannequin
armed with a knife
that looks like it would make you bleed
hit up HEB
stock up on the candy
for the horde that will come, never fear
of prediabetic
children in costumes
let’s help them all get there this year
the scariest things
all lurk in the daytime
covid, corruption, and drought
so let’s save hallow’s eve
for more camp thrills and chills
as our substitute terrors come out…
to decorate the yard