Rambling
the pumpkin
on the porch
looked like
a scoop of ice cream
that splat off the cone
leftover from October
like a tree in December
all the shipments of roses in February
are dust by March
that’s how it is
a picture can’t capture it
it’s not the same
the weight of a pumpkin in its prime
its bright orange color
speaks of pies and hayrides
and then it’s time to pick out a tree
or find the fake one
and dress it up
from head to toe
then strip it bare
and toss it to the curb
or stuff it back in the corner
the glitter of New Years
has been swept up
off the floor
all the shelves are full
of hearts and flowers
and stuffed teddy bears
those stupid commercials
a diamond is not forever
there’s the idea of love
and then there’s real love
everybody thinks they’re in love
until they’re not
I still think
if you truly love somebody
you will love them
for all of your life
it won’t be a choice
TL