THE DAY OF GHOSTS

I no longer like being scared

by skull and cross bones

and other scenes of horror.

 

In fact

they do not scare me.

 

I’ll not seek them out.

 

It’s enough to deal with

my withering contemporaries

of which I’m a part.

 

It might be good to see

some dressed up children

asking for treats —

but that is all I hope for

as the day of ghosts arrives.

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