bowls of packaged sugar stand ready
voices outside call and I
open door to memories
body clenched against wet winds
trudging gravel streets pulling wagon
safety pins hold bits of cardboard and string together
glowing faces shine through face paint
looking for the next house
a grand adventure
I stand back watching as they take first
steps in a world of doorways
I place the candy in the bags
smile and close the door
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