Where did they come from?
All out on the lawn
All without stems
And suddenly gone
Like oversized acorns
All scattered around
As if two produce trucks
Suddenly just broke down
Cradled like babies
In sweater clothed arms
For a moment I thought
I might be at the farm
Cell phones held up
To get shots with the squash
To us did the pumpkins,
I wondered, brainwash?
Not to use in a soup
Not to plant all its seeds
Not to use as a doorstop
Or feed to the geese
I lugged my pumpkin up Jewett
And mourned my obliques
All for it rot on my counter
‘Till I leave in three weeks