Mexico Pre-Valentines Day
Terracing the street, in boxes of transparent cellophane, these temporary pharos strut across my little Mexican plaza. The plastic skins, decorated with hearts, roses and ribbons sugar the gift boxes to "los novios". Each, its own tribute to both its future recipient and the small stuffed object at the core of this shrine: a fuzzy red puppy dog, pink heart or desperate teddy bear.
I imagine the little ones ripping into these perfect boxes in search of the love of their fathers and mothers. I imagine the grandparents who give these elaborate bobbles as their own present and those who send them on behalf of parents absent or gone. I imagine the jealousy of those who must watch in want of the box that will never come. I imagine the saving of the young man being doled out in hopes these new feeling of his will be returned. I imagine and I am sad for all of them.
Terracing the street, in boxes of transparent cellophane, these temporary pharos strut across my little Mexican plaza. The plastic skins, decorated with hearts, roses and ribbons sugar the gift boxes to "los novios". Each, its own tribute to both its future recipient and the small stuffed object at the core of this shrine: a fuzzy red puppy dog, pink heart or desperate teddy bear.
I imagine the little ones ripping into these perfect boxes in search of the love of their fathers and mothers. I imagine the grandparents who give these elaborate bobbles as their own present and those who send them on behalf of parents absent or gone. I imagine the jealousy of those who must watch in want of the box that will never come. I imagine the saving of the young man being doled out in hopes these new feeling of his will be returned. I imagine and I am sad for all of them.
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