IN YOUR BONNET
Sunshine falls on the lake’s waves
making shadows which keep moving
like people in a parade. There is a
general direction, and everyone looks
the same. The waves are similar and
if it were a real parade there would
be a lot of strutting and showing off.
After all this is Fifth Avenue and the
photographers are busy trying to
outdo each other. Meanwhile
the waves keep rolling and the
“crowd” keeps scampering along.
Some of the elites are wondering
if they will make the pages of the
rotogravure where the socialites
will see them. They will try to write
sonnets about their Easter bonnets,
but those who should care are also
busy writing and the truth is, it is
starting to rain on the parade.
The marchers are scampering
for shelter. The waves are slower
now, rolling quietly and the sun
is going in and out and it looks
like people leaving a stadium
in the fourth quarter with their
team doomed to defeat. There
will be other times, other parades,
and other years. We must be
optimistic now, don’t we? The
parade is pagan, in a way, when
you remember the real reason
for Easter Sunday.
Stanski
April 9, 2023, ^