my pumpkin is no longer with us
with me
as of this morning
and now my dining table is empty
gone the cheerful color, the simple eyes
the end of april -- how?
longer than its companions, gutted and carved
saved to live on, oversee puzzles
and quiet breakfasts with comics
i hope it was the right choice
that it appreciated the time
goodbye in a dumpster is no way to go
but we all turn, we all give in the end
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