(poetry diary 73) Went looking for Halloween poems last night, and ran into this one…which I need to share THIS year because of one of the costumes mentioned in it:

All Souls

Michael Collier

A few of us—Hillary Clinton, Vlad Dracula,
Oprah Winfrey, and Trotsky—peer through
the kitchen window at a raccoon perched
outside on a picnic table where it picks