An 18 year old poem, unearthed for the occasion of Parampampoli in CT. with the Georges 2026
Martha Washington Kisses Kublai Khan
The Parampampoli set afire,
a new family ritual on this only July 4th, two thousand eight, a sacred toast to
a Chinese Indian family reunion, a French Birthday, salsa,
life, brought by hand from Italy.
(Ridiculous drinking a hot drink on a hot day, independent
of the traditional Italian's emphatic opinion.)
Spirited away by the clan, the fire in the pan
is shiny and the world is left, mercifully,
unconquered. As if one could, anyway.
One might better call it interdependence day.
Call granny up and apologize
(for the insolent revolution)
Now
Is anyone missing?
