RDP Monday: DELUGE
The Pumpkin fields, a mile or two from where I live
were covered with dust, a few scraggly plants, ‘it’s dead for sure’ everyone who drove
by it said.
Crows and the bugs looked at the scraggly patch of earth and laughed at it.
They didn’t waste their time there, they flew over it or crawled over it and dug under it
and headed for the muddy river banks further down the road.
But the Sun visited that sad old field, faithfully everyday and it baked the earth
and cooked the scraggly little plants
and the field workers fed the plants water, an act of mercy.
So today I drove by that field
and expected it to be plowed under
but instead it was covered with green vines and leaves that were as big as my head.
The pumpkin field exploded
and I am counting the weeks until the pumpkin farm is opened
and I can bring home a few of those defiant gourds and name them
decorate them, but carve them?