Caricatures of past information
Written like fleas’
Harvest, on rotten
Pumpkin.
Kabocha
Acorn
Butternut
Spaghetti
It could be any gourd
I see them in the stores
The ornamental ones
I want the carving ones
I gander
I cross
I think about you
I dismiss you
It’s all just limerence and
Disorder.
I rather be thanking
Mother Nature’s soaking
Wet day.
Raining
All day.
It’s fabulous.
I don’t need you.