Lorrie Desbien
Fright Night

Knock.

Treat.

Porch lights.

Bright darkness.

Night time frolicking.

Blowing leaves on damp, night, fall streets,

Rattlingly swept, crinkled piles of yesterday's green.

Slapping clown feet, mummies tangled on wilted flower bed shrubs, and stumbling black witches.

Erratic flashlight beams from coffee swilling parents.

Princesses and Power Rangers.

Counting the sweet haul.

Masked slumber.

Scary's done.

Ghost.

Dreams.