wild wheat sparkles
along the shoreline

newborn cubs
howling in the darkness
the new moon

far away voices
of children down the street

boxes of apples
and steaming cider
at the street fair

whistling wind, I remember
the joys of scents and barter

masked children
offer pagan choice
trick or treat

meetings at midnight
learning the rituals of love

parallel to the sun
I believe in her judgement
a new moon

clapboard houses
so bright over the dunes

applause for every child
waves of pink tutus
float over tiny legs

crowded crosstown bus
after the opera

the cost of travel
I go on to the next town
seeking part time work

boy at the door offers raking for five dollars

taking money out
to buy Intel
after October's crash

errant Shriner's car smacks
into Veteran's Day float