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A sitting sales clerk
Threw returns in distant bins
Might explain their shelves

Our usual stop
With words flying between us
We recharge for next

Two martini start
Veered into pressured shopping
Hating Halloween

Fleeting thought blurted
A costume crusade for me
Halloween duress

As the house clears out
We bolt for an errand run
And snuck in a date

The boys sleepover
While we watch ours on a map
We run their old play

Glance out the window
Black stray cat in our backyard
With a dead bunny

Electrician hunts
The scorched remains on the wall
Faulty smoky wire

The cat left a trace
It’s the weird keyboard clanking
From his clomping feet

The outlet sizzled
Plugging in the work laptop
Afternoon escape