as we grow older, and as the seasons grow ever more brief the holidays are gone in a wink. This poem by Nancy Price about Halloween catches a little of that. She's an Iowan whose poems are so heartfelt, clear and useful that we could run them every week and none of you would complain.
Trick or Treat
from Ted Kooser: American Life in Poetry: Column 396
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