tax day cometh

11 Feb

Hafiz got a job down the street from here;

he’s dressed up like the statue of liberty, he is.

The sign he holds tells me to do my taxes,

but the dance he does is anything but taxing.

In fact, I think he may be charging from the sun

and could go on into infinity,

grooving, waving, grinning,

getting into people’s business

as they go about in cars.

The lights go from green to yellow to red

all day long, and so does he –

his singular gaze and gyrating hips

generate lasar beams in all directions

melting windshield glass and metal,

leaving us here at this intersection

floating on our disappearing seats

pushing pedals no longer there.

Lady liberty paid in full,

with a siren smile,

all our debts this sunny day,

calling to me, when I rolled down the window,

saying, death and taxes are as lovable as cancer,

when you dance with them all

on the road going home.

21 Responses to “tax day cometh”

  1. den169 February 11, 2015 at 5:10 pm #

    Really, really delightful!!

  2. smilecalm February 11, 2015 at 5:15 pm #

    a revelation, marga!
    cycling past the prophet
    now i’ll not only smile
    & say “whats up”
    but i’ll inquire deeper 🙂

    • marga t. February 11, 2015 at 9:04 pm #

      I love how your windows
      are already rolled
      all the way down!
      🙂

      • smilecalm February 12, 2015 at 3:26 am #

        windows & shades
        usually stay open
        while pedaling,
        thanks 🙂

  3. Paine in the Butt February 11, 2015 at 5:29 pm #

    Awesome!

    • marga t. February 11, 2015 at 10:28 pm #

      So nice to meet you today – enjoyed my trip to another galaxy and to the puns of your screen and blog names – some fun!

  4. Andrea February 11, 2015 at 8:47 pm #

    Ha! I love this. Nothing as it seems. More coffee and tulips with lady liberty. Of course, I love how you end this, I feel that so deeply at this time. I might just hop out of my car and lay one on the unsuspecting and curiously, male, lady liberty of my own neighborhood. I shall tell him he is as lovable as my Marga.

    • marga t. February 11, 2015 at 10:26 pm #

      Besides the dancing fool Hafiz, of course you were much in the fodder as I realized the truth of the love in even such dreadful inevitable(s), which seem all to near, at times. Ubiquitous dancing liberty on every street corner from here to every there, what a meme! heart squeezes to you, dear friend!

  5. Michael February 12, 2015 at 2:39 am #

    That dude rocks.

    M

    • marga t. February 13, 2015 at 2:13 pm #

      It would be fun to take a road trip with a movie camera and capture all the different moves of this guy who is everywhere at once and edit them into a compilation. How does your dude dance on snow drifts?

      • Michael February 13, 2015 at 8:42 pm #

        He’s pretty good on snow drifts. And snowy roofs. I needed a few jokes today. I took the day off to lounge around and extend the long weekend. What I ended up extending was the ladder up to the roof line so I could rake a bunch of snow off. We are, according to the weather monitors in our family, due for another eighteen inches this weekend, and we already had a good thirty-six up there. The end of the roof rake broke off after a bolt had managed to wriggle itself free over the course of the past three seasons, and that is when I knew he was up on the peak doing a line of somersaults. What can you do…!? I’m actually loving this winter, despite the shoveling. In the middle of my swearing a blue streak, our plow guy came and dropped off a bobcat (mini dozer) and kicked ass in the driveway for about an hour. A totally unexpected gift. I felt like I was watching aliens dropping off care packages to desert wanderers… 🙂

        Michael

      • marga t. February 14, 2015 at 1:38 pm #

        I am beginning to wonder if the swearing blue streak is the alarm bell in the clown house. I have had a couple of whammies this week, like the wriggling bolt, which changes what seemed like a chore, into an impossible joke. Upswings the release (of choice words), allowing the floodgates of care packages to enter. My roof snow drifts are quite different from yours, yet feel very similar. Today, my whole plan is switched into emergency mode for moving the boat, but I sit here, spaciously, seeing the open window of it, instead of dwelling on my bruised nose from the slamming of the door. What nose? (Your words always create such a carnival!) 🙂

  6. ~meredith February 12, 2015 at 6:35 pm #

    magic!

    • marga t. February 13, 2015 at 2:11 pm #

      You would know about such things as magic 🙂 xo!

      • ~meredith February 13, 2015 at 2:46 pm #

        yup. brewing a potion of french press coffee… well, steeping it (now) as I write with my invisible ink pen about well… magic stuff. 😉 ❤

  7. Alison and Don February 13, 2015 at 4:12 am #

    Smiling 🙂
    A.

    • marga t. February 13, 2015 at 2:11 pm #

      Big grin sent down to the south
      and to the east! xo!

  8. New Earth Heartbeat February 13, 2015 at 2:47 pm #

    Hey Marga!

    Thanks for this sweet, sweet report… Alia and I are here in Tacoma during our USA visit from Morocco at present – yesterday Mr. Liberty was break-dancing on the corner and, yes, penetrating every windshield. Thanks for honoring him and inciting us to pay Liberty with our Attention!

    with love, tomas

    • marga t. February 15, 2015 at 3:50 pm #

      Tomas and Alia!
      How wonderful to hear from you! I am enjoying sharing the continent with you again. Blessings for your travels here and to what is next. Such an american phenomenon, I suspect, this dancing tax dude! 🙂 xo! marga

  9. New Earth Paradigm February 16, 2015 at 3:11 pm #

    What a great post about such a mundane topic. It’s a “hoot and a holler” to encounter one of these Liberty sunbeams. ☺

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