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The effects of the carnival mirror proved irreversable
Carnival Parade
(2008) 24th Street, San Francisco, California
© 2008 Terry Costales

 

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The mime in the moon oversaw those below
Despite her height, she still wanted to fly higher
Ahh, those soft lilting tropical sounds
She wanted nothing to do with that pesky photographer
The time to march vigorously had not arrived yet
Her stilts provided tremendous lift
The mask, she felt, was better up
Although her face was veiled, her voice was clear She considered one feather in her hat too few Despite the tiny tambourines they still looked cool Hello, she waved, without even looking Too soon the flags overpowered her His enthusiasm resulted in a loud shout
Then she showed how small her husbands head was How strange to worship a head on one's own hand The school's decorations already began to fail There must be a better way to earn a buck His merriment bordered on being contagious She felt the sun, at that moment, strike perfectly
What appeared a mike, was really a long straw He proudly waved the flag The touchtone dancers dressed in dials He wondered, just then, at the expense of his sunglasses Some watched the parade from over a Taqueria A few liked to dance with feathered wooden sticks
Mysteriously the red cloth tried to escape A nicely painted wall overlooked the parade Oddly, the feathers momentarily seemed a bad idea A strong man, they say, maintains a strong rhythm For one woman the hat became the prime accessory With presence of will she avoided counting beads
Blue, they knew, would be a good color Ahead, the parade appeared to have stopped No better time to text than during a parade Even those driving enjoyed participating The man aligned his mask a bit too late His trumpet contributed to the video's sound
Two officers took a moment to consult Sometimes music makes only one person smile Clearly his whistle meant serious business With her arm held out, she felt classic At the wrong moment his bubble gun jammed A blanket of many words passed by the viewers
A fierce lyric must always look fierce Not all waved with equal enthusiasm He considered himself just a cut above the others Maybe not a holy man, but he surely looked the part Some grass is meant to be worn not smoked A quick check to see if the drum was in tune
A lowly branch can yet be highly symbolic A veil of smoke was believed to provide protection Sometimes a weave to the right can be most effective Her song mesmerized even her own band Her peace earings complimented her yellow dress The mask just didn't like the look of those cameras
The pixie boy proved a modest hit As they watched, the guitar continued to shrink He briefly believed they were being flanked She wanted to be a star and suddenly was one Yellow feathers make the hats just perfect The wish was honest, so she willingly granted it
Something in the crowd made him miss one note He honestly believed his wife hogged the makeup She imagined briefly floating on a feather bed They waited for his count to reach three A Bolivian banner lead the group The design on her cheek completed her outfit
Her eyes bugged out at the sight of him The parrot who took her eye had to ride outside She danced with a real sense of gusto The mask appeared less hollow than it was He waved a jolly hello to those in the window A whistle failed to stop them, so he poked
Her magic glasses worked despite that morning's curse Already dancing, yet her upheld hand showed her readiness With one wing broken, she could no longer fly His legs grew so much he needed a higher bike Fortunately her fan managed to keep her cool One spectator appreciated his look
Despite its weight her hat proved bearable Even the dogs knew how to dress for a parade His prettiness factor gradually faded with age His ability to fly was not the question to ask She first leaned to the right as was rehearsed Proudly her dress matched her fan
The patchwork display proved odd contrast to his pants Such fun she felt as she danced with the others Spears ready, they marched ahead of the giant The man behind the man was firmly in control