.
a black and white
explosion of sun and air
two feathers falling
.

the pumpkin people

the pumpkin people have no souls
they sit by riverbanks in the spray
oh my, they say

the pumpkin people are athletic
and will jump over your rooftops
even if you don't like it much

some of them collapse
into pumpkin heaps
wailing at the roadside
crying for their interiors

splattered by fast cars

but just one lightning flash like this
and a pumpkin person shoots by
in a great pumping bang

zenith lightning waterfall disaster

it says

oh my again

don't you want to be
the disastrous pumpkin people
with pumpkin heads
and pumpkin toes?

all night the light played
around my door
and moths upon the wing

at dawn I went to the river
where last I saw the moon