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The Spectral Parade
Noon, October 26, the Saturday before Halloween…
~ Eight there were
in staggered line.
The view unfettered
by brush or by pine.
With laughter and song
wither they go.
Their final destination,
nobody knows.
~ Great bags they all carried.
Parcels for travel.
The mysteries therein
none could unravel.
A grandparent, there was.
And Father and Mother.
with children all ages
right down to a toddler.
~ They frolicked and waved.
Children gamboled about.
As they marched down the road
they filled me with doubt.
Where did they come from?
Where did they go?
And why from a cemetery?
I just didn’t know.
~ No truck and no car.
No way out of here.
They passed and were gone,
which led me to fear.
For naught could I tell
whether Solid or Shade.
A visiting family,
or Spectral Parade?
~ So keep your old stories
of mists and midnight.
In Gebo Wyoming
they walk in daylight.
Happy Halloween,
from the poet of Kirby Creek.
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