Three Line Lunch: Restless Spirits at the Halloween Party

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 72

Restless Spirits at the Halloween Party

Purple spider lights her web. Skeleton bursts from his grave skull ablinking.
A ghost glows above the patio. The living arrive in camouflage to carve
The sacred gourd and appease the spirits of the dead with nightlong revels.