Dark storm clouds roll over the desert stealing it away from the blue sky. Covering the desert, approaching critical mass they release their contents, which tumble through the sky to the sand below. A torrent of orange fills the air, pumpkins raining downwards unable to resist gravity’s pull. They roll down sand dunes, a great orange tide washing over the desert.
The storm halts, the blue sky returns to the desert and the sun shines down on the desert pumpkin patches, resplendent in the light. At least until the wildlife happens upon them.
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Falling from the sky,
skimming and bouncing
off desert sands,
rolling down sand dunes,
resting between sage bushes
the pumpkins lie motionless,
awaiting the arrival of
desert wildlife.
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Fallen from the sky,
tumbled down sand dunes,
resting between sage bushes.
The pumpkins shining brightly
in the desert sun.
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Inspired by Richard Brautigan’s magnificent poem “The Pumpkin Tide”:
“I saw thousands of pumpkins last night
come floating in on the tide,
bumping up against the rocks and
rolling up on the beaches;
it must be Halloween in the sea”
Golden Giraffes Riding Scarlet Flamingos Through The Desert of Forever 