© Kabuki Katze 2006Halloween on Gulfton St.
Outside, dumpsters
sit like hearses.
Aluminum car ports
rattle the wind.
Strayed in streets,
cats snarl behind tires.
The boot-bottom night.
Vacant and winter coming.
This is the evening
of Halloween.
The Salvadoran woman
next door washes
clothes, a carved
pumpkin sulks
on the porch.
It’s candle-
lit grin
grows faint.
Soon the dark
turns ghostly.
Is battered down
with more darkness.
Here even children
stay indoors,
stuff wishes
into garbage bags.
In this scarlet-
dim ghetto
a dead end
in every face.
© Me 2006
3 comments:
I love the imagery in your poem. The black background complements it beautifully. Thanks for sharing. :)
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