May Day

 

 

When I was little; May Day was brightly colored baskets put together with paste and construction paper strips.   We left them by neighbor’s doors as I recall.  When I grew up; we danced around the May Pole.  Then as an adult I learned about Northern European fertility rituals come the spring.  The Russian Revolution gave us International Worker’s Day.  When I worked in a law library they gave me Law Day.

Now as an old man, Donald Trump wants to give me Patriots’ Day. I’m old enough to know that the best patriots are dead patriots, because great men are almost always bad men

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About johnsmithiiimxiii

John Smith, IIMXIII is the avatar of an award winning poet, artist, etc. who still lives in the Palouse country of the Pacific NW. He has not received much notice with his prose . . . but as his avatar, I hope that he keeps plugging along.

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