As porch lights died on Halloween

Pillowcases reached the cusp
candy capacity
of childhood pact’s to topple 100 houses or bust.

cold black streets sang with bats, murderers,
raked leaf piles cackling as awaiting victims
to be jumped.

if it rained the night was ours for the taking.
through cloak, mask, and guise
as porch lights died on Halloween.

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