Walking past the pumpkin-filled doorways,
carved and illuminated faces flicker
as the twilight ebbs into the technicolor treetops.
Rounding the corner onto Garner Avenue,
the air is thick from fallen leaves
crunching like corn flakes underneath my footsteps.
My puffy-cotton-lined-mom-bought winter coat has been itching
to get off the hangar---but not yet!
This is perfect windbreaker weather
and the flashlight tag can last for hours---
or even a lifetime.
-2006
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