Cross-dressing? Hey, no problem,

as long as Water Row was going

from solid green to flashy fall

threads, but now the Row has gone

spectral on us, and it's Halloween

every day by the beaver kill, dead

trees standing about like great

gapped teeth against searing sunset

skies, sinister swamps that

stagnate and sing to us, and those

ominous nests hung high in skeletal

trees turned mizzenmasts of pirate

ships, that general sense of forboding

conveyed to commuters who, careening

past each morning, wonder, "What

will it to be today, Trick-Or-Treat?"

Dress-Up Day on Water Row
October 30, 2003

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