Pumpkin Brain



Rain displaces
Later autumn leaves.
Nature creates
And preconceives
In these people
An evident worry
And their hurry
With umbrellas,
Heads facing down
Eternally, merely,
Indiscernible, nearly,
Similarities converge
As they submerge
In delayed memories.

People consider rain
As twin for a misery,
Yet I only find comfort,
Only delight to see.

Film studio rain, exotic
Drops sized like swollen conkers –
Hope from her atmospheric
Constraints unfrozen
And released.

Rain berates
My war chest.
When he beats me,
I do not want
For the beating to stop.

I would have tried
Once to help, but my
Pumpkin brain
Had stringy roots
Scooped out
For a partisan mob,
Orange pulpy mulch
For soup or squash,
Jagged teeth,
Unholy nose,
Remnants
Saved to decompose
In a row, in rainfall,
Before a garden grows.

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