All Hallow's Host

All souls race
slick black
rain leaved,
pavement toward
the door
I leave open.

Alone they find
dust piled
in corners
that tell
tall tales
of another haunt.

The sun’s been
gone now
for hours,
night’s nearly
grasped the
last of it.

I wait standing
to feel
their warmth
come ‘round
in circles
to finally settle.

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