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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.
