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My friend brought glow sticks

to hand out with the Halloween candy.

They might have been old,

leftovers from some long ago party.


This is a note to you,

the kid who came back on Halloween night

in the thick of trick or treating

to say that the glow stick we gave

you didn’t glow.


You said it calmly

As if certain we’d want to know.


There are flashes, moments when a stranger’s

whole life is illuminated for all to see.

Little girl, I wanted to say,

Your life will turn out fine.

Instead, I handed you another

and made sure this one shined.

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