decline of the urban empire
adults apply masks of smiles
feigning life in Camelot
as witches, ghosts and goblins
travel door to door
demanding treats
they distribute candy to masqueraders
simultaneously falling apart under their own guise
crumbling like pumpkin flesh
they leave only the grotesque smile
of the jack-o-lantern
as evidence all is not well
trick or treat
copyright© 2009
by Terri DeVries
olfactory heaven (or not)
the flavor of downtown varies
from corner to corner
here it smells like Starbucks coffee
with a muffin on the side
there one can vaguely catch the whiff
of the bottle hidden in a bag next to
an early morning body
lying alongside the storefront door
maybe dead (or not)
no one wants to find out
on the crazy corner where five streets meet
an aroma of summer
|scents of fresh fruit
tantalizing and irresistible
mixed in with popcorn
freshly popped
maybe carmelized ( or not)
across the street an odor
more distinct but elusive
wafting in from the mill
down the road and to the left
unidentified but
definitely unpleasant
permanent to the area (or not)
depending on the economy
copyright© 2009
by Terri DeVries
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