On the back porch, on a gorgeous, mild, summer afternoon
the husband and I sat on a step together and each carved a face on our own pumpkin
Tried different knives, screwdrivers, saws
Learned how to scrape out the messy innards without making too big a mess
Bits of pumpkin entrails scattered around in spite of diligence
Laughed at our individual decisions in face design
Carved—cleaned—chuckled—pleasurable camaraderie
Proudly transported our masterpieces around to the front porch
Placed them side by side, one larger than the other
Looked forward to lighting candles inside them after dusk
A proud statement saying, “In this house live one large pumpkin and one small pumpkin.”
TR
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