October

October 

Your face matched the pumpkin, 

A wide grin, jagged tooth, what-a-sin 

To carve it that happy 

You’d think we'd want it to be scary?

I think it's rather comforting 

The entire world ceased to

The golden hour of soft orange

Over dead-red brush and yellow lakes; 

The kids are just starting to go trick-or-treatin’ 

The first Halloween specials go to air 

I imagine myself dancing alone in a car yard, 

Time of the Season through a broken speaker,

The air crisp but not cold. 

Author's Note

#8 from "Poems", October 8.