My memories of Halloween are of small-town nights.
Fear was entirely invented. It was only about candy.
The only chaperone was a distant dog barking --
-- and you knew whose dog it was.
Time, inexorable as it is, sometimes changes things.
In this case, I think it sad to picture a parent curbside.
Foot-tapping while "Trick or Treat" is cried.
Have we evolved to this?
My God, we used to run from house to house, unfettered.
More abandon than any actual ghost could have mustered.
Midnight we'd gobble our treasures, frothy-mouthed.
Laughing quietly, to not wake the sleeping down below.
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