Dabs of Halloween

Written by Gail DeBole My laughing paintbrush Amuses the canvas with Many mornings and tickles Two half-polished pumpkins. Cobwebs of cornstalk Casually poise on the Pumpkins and branch into The air like pick-up sticks. A stroke of orange Pumpkin gets Lost on my cheek. The camouflaged children Have come and gone. Two pumpkins helplessly smile On the itchy rug. The third is in the oven... Becoming more like the Hairline of a balding man The longer it bakes.