Monday, July 4


Am I a peach?  I disagree,
though peaches are lovely,
especially in the heat of summer.
I think you are much sweeter.
Nor am I a plum, ice cold
and unexpected, not even
an apple plucked fresh
(straight from the serpent's mouth),
no, none of these.

I think I might be a pumpkin,
carved hollow
by your demanding hands,
left open to the velvet night,
alight with expectation.