Halloween
- Halloween
Why is it scarier on an island?You can only run so far.Maybe it’s the wind chimesunder the arbor somewhere.They can’t be found.Or the white fraying curtainwaving in the window of the shedwhere there is no wind.Or the dry leaves talking backto the wind I said wasn’t there.
The birds stop feeding and gowhere birds go when it’s dark.How could I not know you’d comelooking for me tonight?Were you the guy I passedat the side of the roadtrying to hitch a ride to someplace?I know I’m not ready yetto go in that direction,and that you won’t get outwhen my turn comes. [End Page 117]
Warren Woessner’s most recent collection of poetry is Clear All the Rest of the Way (The Backwaters Press). Fifty years ago, Duane Locke accepted one of his first poems for the University of Tampa’s Poetry Review.
