William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Pumpkin

Last fall we brought home a small pumpkin and placed it on the front step. It sat out all winter beneath the shelter and remained firm and intact. Finally, earlier this spring, it softened at the bottom. I moved it to a garden spot within a few feet of the front door. It soon gave way in aromatic collapse. Now, in its place, after thinning a densely sprouted mass, there are three fine plants. I too am grateful for the chance. How else to explain the good fortune of being planted here?

May 27, 2019

Categories: Everything and Nothing, New Poems & Pieces

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