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Pumpkin Haiku

img_3357Edible pumpkin

orange gourd of fall it is food

not only décor.


Driving down the street

passing homes with pumpkins on

front steps: I’m hungry.


Autumn chill pumpkins

not needed to decorate

will be tossed out soon.


Stoop gourds forgotten

by neighbors. Should I ask them?

Will they think I’m weird?


Bake, scoop, mash, puree,

boil, roast, freeze it for bread and

soup; yummy all year.