When the sky darkens and the sun
goes down, I wonder if this is
the last time I’ll see daylight, if
the world will founder in the night
and take us all down with it, like
a doomed Titanic, like Pompeii
daring its friend Vesuvius.
But they are only rogue children
at the door, disguised and eager,
satisfied for the instant by
another candy bar, a spare,
clinking coin in the dragon hoard.
How soon does one begin eating candy on Halloween? Do we wait until after breakfast? We all know the candy’s in the kitchen, ready to go in a bowl later tonight. Just sitting there. In nice foil wrappers. Chocolate and peanut-buttery goodness.
We get a modest number of Trick-or-Treaters here in our neighborhood. It’s not like the 300+ people my sister in Tulsa gets on her doorstep every year, but we get enough to notice. I have a partly gnawed pumpkin (thanks, squirrel) to carve later, and a couple of… Continue reading