Halloween Poem

They came up out of the swamp with
Moss dripping from their shoulders,
Eyes gone and abandoned to time.
They staggered down our street,
To our house, and knocked on
Our door.

I asked them to please come in.
They sat down on the couch and
Slid out what was left of their legs.
I made tea, hot and black, and we all
Sat together drinking in silence,
Remembering the old days
Like they were somehow better,
Instead of merely different.

We sat for so long all the tea
Evaporated from our pores and soon
No one could remember
How we'd gotten there,
How all of this got started.

2 comments:

Missy said...

Nice.

David Oppegaard said...

Thank you. True story!

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