The shadow of leaves from a tree
dance across the house next door
but in the darkness of last eve
only the children’s shadows
poured
dressed in Halloween costumes
finer than any Hallows Eve before
they came and kept leaving their
ghostly imprints on concrete
floor
smiles and laughter challenging
fears of a society that they
would dispel as though magic
were in the air and fear
just queerish
a memory of one small girl
a costume only a thin cloak
her words uncovered for she
asked for only a hug
nothing more
my heart was warmed
by her gesture
of which I obliged
in loving
measure
© November 2020 Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures and Created as Art
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