Taking Stranger from Candy

So I wait
for the bell to ring
for the door to knock

They come at night
in gaggles of three or four

So I wait
not with lovely homemade brownies
or mini tubes of toothpaste
I’ve learned the hard truth of shiny red apples

They come this rainy night
In gloomy garish garbs
With sunshiny faces under umbrellas

so I wait
In my own haunted house
Surrounded by personal ghosts

They come this night
With ever hungry bags
All eager eyes and happy fingers

So I wait
With a needful basket of name brand candy
Just to hear the long lost laughter of little children

So I wait
For the bell to ring
For the door to knock

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