the pumpkins grew in neat rows he waltzed toward the center of the field steady as show goes and blue heavens built wishing wells brightening the patch fattening the pumpkins in their orange shells we turned right by the smooth orange big one the wrong way. we tapped the pumpkins with our thumbs and now how ya wait a year or so nothing comes it was like that empty bottles washed green by rain having to lose ?here? no reason to complain we turned right by the smooth orange fat one the wrong way. tell me a secret what does it matter override the red clouds hanging on the otherwise ?grave? sky and then little raindrops like tiny knives and I turned to you and the field comes alive we took a smooth turn around the fattest pumpkin they had the wrong way.