forget
that it's Halloween
until i hear
the rap of little knuckles
against the front
door.
i've left the light on.
there's a small
glass pumpkin
on my windowsill.
they think
i'm a part of it.
but i have no candy,
no treats.
but i do have a stack
of one-dollar bills,
that will have to do.
before i know it kids
are coming
out of the woodwork.
it's Lord of the Flies
as they mob
the porch,
screaming,
he's got money. hurry up.
before it's too late.
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