Never cared to be like other pumpkins-
I tried once, but I grew eyes and waited
And the arrival of the birds painted color
Through the fields and the brush.
Never cared to be like other pumpkins-
I tried once, but I grew fangs and slept
And the taste of the universe hungered color
Through the concrete and the bruises.
Never cared to be like other pumpkins-
I tried once, but I grew hands and waited
And the touch of her coat melted color
Through the whiteout and the harmonica.
Never cared to be like other pumpkins-
I tried once, but I grew orange and slept
And the arrival of the farmers inhaled color
Through the enlightened and the fall.
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