Halloween, Poughkeepsie
Leaping North Clover in a
single bound,
Orion my tormentor is back,
flashing his dainty diamond
ankle
over the failing vines next
door,
smelling of old jam and
wasted leaves,
leaping over brick and brawn,
candlestick phone poles,
collegiate headlights,
neon logos tattooing the
dark.
Orion my tormentor is back
to bump the gooses up,
turn sunsets to fiery teas,
bundle my velvet in a
cloak of impatience,
huddle a swaddle of snap
around bare ruby feet.
11/1/96
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