• Carly Feinman

Day 29- 10.15.20

It has recently come to my attention

That squash, botanically speaking,

are berries. And I’m still shocked

writing it right now.

Pumpkins, carved with spooky grimaces,

or painted with silly faces,

are berries.

This doesn’t really count

as a poem. More of a personal musing.

Nonetheless, if you’ve found yourself here,

well I think that’s just lovely.

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