Where is your ghost this Halloween?
Others float along the street, ringing
doorbells, trick or treat.
Imagination makes me soar!
Is your face out there somewhere
behind a mask? Would you let me
touch your hand, hear your voice inside
my ear, raise goose bumps without a
fear? Would you beg a Hershey bar,
hold out your bag without a touch,
leave disguises all in place, play the
disappearing act, like Houdini in a box?
Goblins hit the street tonight in
early autumn dark. Gremlins shuffle
under lights, pumpkins wrestle
with false faces, fairies trip on
trailing skirts, hoboes lean against
a tree, set to fill their bags with loot.
But where are you inside this night?
Allhollow’s Eve should hold
your likes, a man now ghost.
Are you that shadow on a moving branch,
the gust of wind that just undid my hair?
Reach out your hand, are you there?
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