day of the dead

all vapor and vinegar, we,
insistent and cold, tug like a child
at your sweater –

you feel us when your skin crawls
and bubbles over
and when you look down,
as the Shenandoah burns,
you get a small taste of our view.

today, the cemeteries dress formal,
give a hand
as to one stepping
out from a carriage,
and wait.

6 Comments

  1. Brian Miller says:

    nice…the dead do tug at us occassionally…their shadow falling from above in chill…love the bit on seeing from their view…

  2. Brian Miller says:

    nice…the dead do tug at us occassionally…their shadow falling from above in chill…love the bit on seeing from their view…

  3. Victoria says:

    Ah, the first Halloween poem I've read (this year) and one that does a great job of creating the atmosphere.

  4. Victoria says:

    Ah, the first Halloween poem I've read (this year) and one that does a great job of creating the atmosphere.

  5. Jody Costa says:

    Thank you guys for your kind comments!

  6. Jody Costa says:

    Thank you guys for your kind comments!

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