Gravedigger

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.