I was on my way to a party / in a high rise building / on the Upper East Side / dressed in costume / as a Benedictine monk / in a simple brown robe / The night was crisp and cool / that snap in the air / that electrifying autumn energy / the feeling that something / might happen / at any moment / like waiting for a singer / to open her mouth / for the sound to emerge / I emerged / from the yellow cab / paid the driver / stepped / into the street / the hum of traffic / and passersby / the harvest moon / bursting like a giant letter O / in the dark sky / A sudden chorus / rang out / windows opened / yelling and cheering and streamers / and water / pouring from balconies / in celebration / a cacophony / of joy / I could not hear / what anyone was saying / but I knew / A man crossing the street / clad in a blue pinstripe jersey / and a white cap / with a blue Y / grabbed me / whirled me / gleefully / planted a wet kiss / on my cheek / We spun round / for a moment / Bless you, Father! / he said / looking at my robes / I mean / Bless you, Sister! / and we laughed / under the streetlight / in the dark / strangers / bound by a common moment / a shared happiness / the music / of jubilation spilling out / After all / it was Halloween weekend / and the Yanks had won the World Series / and the moon / smiled / as if the world / could always / be this magical /
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On a day with today's news, I needed to smile as I read your lovely poem!
Yes, the perfect ode to the season..