As a child on vacation local kitsch fascinated me. Some of it still does, truth be told.
Promoters Set Pretty Scenes
Snow Globes gracing gift shop shelves
create winter's spin without the wind.
The firs do not bend or suffer rusty branches,
and neither people nor cars nosedive on ice.
And unlike blizzards the squall flakes out
in seconds.
Desert Globes sizzle like Southwest fry bread.
Sand swirls over imitation cacti and small
plastic skulls. No water worries, no vehicles
pancaked by a sky full of grit, no dirt creeping
under sills. And unlike dust storms the brownout
fades fast.
City Globes boast iconic buildings, flourish
in Visitor Centers. An illusion of grass painted
somewhere. No small figures seen panhandling
nor sleeping under bridges. No swirling fog,
no snow, no parched earth. And unlike the others
only clear vistas on pristine streets.
People will buy anything.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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