In this sharing economy,
cars, extra home rooms for hotels,
the 14 inch
pumpkin
fresh on my porch
was to be “shared”
by enjoying
its beauty
sitting on the porch
next to pots of
blooming mums.
Still dark,
reading the paper,
a sense of someone on the porch
perhaps
delivering something,
took me to the window.
A bike rider
light blue helmet
flashed out of view
with the pumpkin
sitting on the back of the
bike.
How it might
make the ride to its
new destination
without slipping
and crashing
its ripe
elegance
is a mystery.
Sharing
is not stealing.
A boundary
was crossed
this early morning.
Sharp and insightful, Missy. Great moment by moment drama.
Faye.
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