Poem: Resistance

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Resistance

The last pumpkin lingers in the garden.
No longer green, not quite vermilion,
it resists harvest.

About this poem

One of those, “as soon as I took the picture, I knew there was a poem in it” poems. It was taken at the home of dear friends.

At my best, I move slowly in my life. I like my change constant and slow. I work my way into things. I didn’t always work that way, but age improves somethings.

Your half baked pumpkin,

Tom

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