Paradoxical Pumpkin                                                                 2/13/15

The paradoxical pumpkin smiles

her toothless smile

and passersby smile back

She looks old and worn, but never smells or rots

 

From dawn to dusk, fall to summer, and back again

She sits ever big and round

Ruling over her lonely pumpkin patch of one

Smiling her toothless smile

 

At night a light glows from within her dusty roundness

She reminds us to smile at the ghosts

and wave goodbye to the monsters

When morning comes

 

The paradoxical pumpkin laughs at our fears

and lights up the mystery

Staying round when we’re square

Smooth when we’re rough

Happy when we’re sad

 

Her toothless smile will always shine

No matter how dark, or dirty, or damp

The paradoxical pumpkin is an empty lamp