Gourdgeous
Gourdgeous, fairytale-scrumptious.
Not the pumpkin,
you were hoping for.
I liked the squid, unsquishy cephalopod,
the supermarket was selling.
Pumpkins through the roof; stems
and leafy vines. Cinderella’s carriage
must have arrived in October.
Princes and princesses ordering
theirs, or gleefully dancing through
gourdgeous fields-a-plenty.
Whether a pumpkin or a country bump-kin,
teeny or child-sized, whether white,
orange, yellow or cat-black,
those lovely orbs or misshapen gourds
are sweet and earthy; in fact, adored.
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