HALLOWEEN
Surreal to see the Halloween yard decorations blowing past my apartment window: a fleet of witches without their brooms just flew by. Ironically, they’ll probably end up actually flying into a tree. Oh, here comes their riderless brooms sweeping the leaves; and here come the trees! There goes a chorus-line of glow-in-the-dark skeletons holding hands as they dance on the wind while a string of jack o’lantern’s surf by on styrofoam tombstones marked, ‘RIP’; (rippin’). Here comes a nest of black widow spiders caught in a mess of man-made webs; and is that a little girl dressed as a fairy dancing on a severed head? Happy Halloween!
