Dammit, Jim, I'm a photographer, not a poet.

4:40-5:10pm October 31, 2008.
Small park with a picnic table along Main Street. Looking for a quiet moment to reflect on the holiday, my observation accidentally coincided with neighborhood trick-or-treating.

As for the form, I wanted to avoid another stream-of-consciousness prose narrative, and instead chose a poetic form suited for very quick writing.

I forgot I was awful at it. Still, it is my observation, and I will transcribe the least terrible:

Sunset, All Hallow's dress up our fears and mock them. death, as a toddler. ignoring our games chill breeze rolls off the river an unquiet ghost.