|Poem| Jack-o'-lantern

 

Jack-o’-lantern

 

No soul on the street
Meeting again the goblin face
The same as in the past, my face

Fish fins spread real wide
Jack-o’-lantern lips, curling and curling
Till your soul slips away, oh, my
Blazing candle flame held within

 

Poet's Note:
When it’s Halloween, it’s pumpkins. When it’s autumn, it’s

pumpkins. Day and night, all I see is pumpkins everywhere.

 

© Ryang Suh, MD 2024.11.02