We're looking at rows of pupkins up on hay bales
to find the best one to carve a face into and light
from the inside out. I wonder what percentage
of pumpkins are used this way until they rot.
Are the best pumkins the ones with good round
ribs, smooth orange rind, and a thick straight stem?
Are these the ones God meant to create? Is this
the Platonic form that all pumpkins imitate?
If I were put up on the block, would someone
come along and say, "His mouth is just fine
for pinecones, and each foot could keep four
flowers wedged between the toes, just so?"
I'm back to writing a poem every day, whether they stink or not.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
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