Mambo

Dear Professors' Plum,

Here in the grand of Mardi Gras
beads purple-green circle trees
and lightposts
illuminating anticipation
with memory fused through
tabasco-topped traditions,
hurricane spirits
sifting in and out bourbon
and zydeco
I know you know
a good throw
obliterates an orbit

guide us to assemble
at the roadsides en masse
in awe of crinkled tissue papers
covering parade floats,
from which neighbors throw treasures by heaps
and we are wealthy, all
all through the lens
with hands raised
stomping pavements for plastic
under Orion and Bacchus