October 4, 2011 § Leave a comment
Tradition dictates that one wear unironed garments for paint bathing.
Waiters pass plum ornaments to guests,
Then jiggle leaking tubs of paint enticingly.
Initiates step into the colors, swirling and rocking the festival hues.
They soak while cheerfully whistling anthems,
Then emerge from the silken waves,
Drenched stained shawls clinging to shoulders,
Which they blot with tea towels.