Night Parade

Anticipation was high.
Glow sticks were adorned
and modeled, trapsed
over linoleum floors
like the cat walk in Vienna.
The midwest sun descended
and left wakes of translucent
grayish pink and orange roses
in the October sky.
It was time.

Conversation erupted in
bursts of candy counts
and costumes.

Buckets, blankets, folding chairs...
everything was readied.
A grassy curb curled
up beneath bouncing feet
awaiting sweet treats
and slight frights of
the Night Parade.

Flashing lights floated by,
illumination of miniature zombies
scarecrows and vampires
lit the boulevard,
so harrowing!

Screaming shoes bustled
in the street for tootsie rolls
and lollipops.
And as fast as it started,
it was done.
Eight pieces, in the buckets.
All the kids agreed;
the Night Parade
could suck it.