A Little Spirit Left
The morning after Halloween
Amidst golden autumn leaves
An old white sheet can still be seen
Hanging from the eaves
Stripped from its bed, this linen ghost
We’d set up as our greeter
Swaying by the entry post
To welcome trick-or-treaters
Now that its job is duly done
This once-a-year decor
Hangs gleaming in the morning sun
A simple sheet once more
And I realize that I cannot bear
To take it down just yet
For in its folds I see that there’s
A little spirit left.
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