If Cascarones Could Talk, What Would They Say?

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Dearest cascarone cousin,

 

It's almost my time to crack.

The streets gleefully buzzing.

I'm waiting with my pack.

I was scared to die so soon

until I watched the others

with whom I'd bunked since June

burst into all their colors.

The joy the people show

when crushing us on friends

is such a beautiful glow -

it proves our lives must end.

Or souls yearn to be free

to scatter amongst the crowd.

Our afterlives as confetti

are when we make our species proud.

I hope to get crushed on a hairdo

that was fixed with lots of hairspray.

In fact, if I see someone who

looks good, I may jump today.

I hope you'll leave the shelf behind

someday and join the show.

 

From Fiesta with peace of mind,

 

Cascarone Cowboy, Geronimo

 

 

© 2013 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved

 

 

From China to Italy and Spain,

cascarones have brought joy again and again.