Poetry / Halloween Poem

Accused of being a pagen holiday

by gungho religious people but to me, to me, not so

the entire day and evening evokes warm memories and images. They never cease to tumble forth at this special time of year when things are magical and spooky at the same time. The atmosphere gets transformed like looking down at a tank of developer in which we placed our paper and watched as gradually pictures of laughing goblins, a skeleton millionaire, little ones dressed as ninjas, gangsters, at a carnival, witches, vampires, and clowns walk and dance almost off the page as our photographs emerged, a good time for camera hounds and and their subjects transformed by grease paint, and a costume.

"Hey, look at the dog, he's a pirate."--"Hey, there's Peter Pan! And Wendy!"

"Hey, I don't feel the pain."

"Hey, If you want someone to smash your hand in the car door, then I'm your man!"

It all seems to validate the transformations for a day.

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