PICKING PUMPKINS

We sow memories in a pumpkin field
while walking on the dirt to find the one
pumpkin – unblemished, round, hallow, and big
enough to carve into jack-o-lantern

We will put candles inside its belly
its face will glow and watch those passing by
with eyes ablaze with mischief; the pointy
teeth announcing the imp behind the smile

Imagination soared while little hands
picked and dropped a pumpkin one after the other
voices squealed with delight “look what I found!”
that moment of triumph, sweet and tender.

Little children trudge home bent by the load
of pumpkins and plans for the Halloween
yet, I swear, their very step seemed to float
upon memories this blessed time will bring.

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