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The crisp jellybeans
of Halloween
are decorated in
bright orange and black.

Dropping small handfuls
along the main pathway
leading all the way
upstairs.

Hunting each one,
makes in part the fun,
find a few more
hidden away.

As I line them up,
curving along the edge,
they roll away
one by one
across a wide expanse
of paleness
that hides each jelly
once more.

As I neatly tuck them back,
each jelly is
a burst of excitement,
until all I have left,
are a few
lonely colors
quietly waiting
to fall in dark depths.

Slowly the last ones fall,
first orange, then black,
until the sweetness fades.

- inspired by conversation with Miss Ellie