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My Pumpkin

My Pumpkin         By        Kevin J. McCarthy My pumpkin is the merry metamorphosis of being hollowed and carved, And it’s the lonely one among The orange-tufted spheres, In pyramids beyond. My  pumpkin is the glow of October’s children developing daydreams, And it’s their fear of many a vicious visage, sharp and cold. My pumpkin is acorns and brown leaves spiraling together on hilltops, And it’s an unstuffed scarecrow plopped in the gutter. My pumpkin is the counting of Hersheys and Milky Ways, And it’s the candy bag ripping and emptying, on a dark street. My pumpkin is edible shades of orange, And it stinks when the candle inside Is lit, My pumpkin is smashed in the ivory black of the autumnal equinox. My pumpkin is not.
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