November 2nd
San Francisco the only place to be
To parade Mission with the living dead
Gamelan beats to the pulse of the remembered
Sugared skulls and flocks of Aztec marigolds
scatter the blocks
Candle lit hollows face their mortality
We crowd the streets then scatter to sacred altars
I place an offering and talk of the magic of mary
and her love for yorkshire terriers.
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