I am a scarecrow
Wielding two thousand pieces of candy,
One by one, to make it last.
Really? Yes, really. Two thousand…
Kids queue from curb to porch, an
Exceptional sunflower costume—
Xtra piece for you. Por Favor
Everyone’s favorite. The
Line squirms and snakes
Longer, as the sugared-up and
Eager clamor for more, more.
Now wait—haven’t you already been here
Tonight? The hour grows
You refill my wine glass
Up to the rim. Even scarecrows
Need Pinot. Leftover lentil soup for
Dinner? What dinner? No time to
Eat. I’ll feast on Milk Duds.
Really it’s allowed tonight,
Enhanced excitement. Big
Sister reminding little brother—
Say ‘Trick or Treat’, don’t forget…
Underneath an almost full moon
Reawakened memories mold my thoughts,
Really? You aren’t wearing a costume…
Even adults scam for sugar
Parading infants, holding them high, a
Lion King offering
Into the air as justification.
Dance around the black treeline.
Quietly I creep from my post
Undetected during a lull in the sweet-
Eating throngs. This scarecrow is
Entirely out of goodies, down to one
Nasty, sticky piece lodged
In the bottom of her plastic cauldron.
Empty.Sorry, no mas.
|Munger Place Halloween|
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