Now.

            Tiny Hippies,

And Wizards and Witches,

            And Jailbirds and Giant Horses,

And Frogs and Fangs,

            And Misshapen Heads and Stretched Rubber Faces

(but no ghosts)

            Now

            they come to me

shuffling and squealing

            through dead

leaves and clean stars

            Now

            the come to my door

            in the night.  And

            I give them candy and

            I wish

            for just this moment

that they could come

every night.

 

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