Pumpkin
a pumpkin coach
of happy thoughts
magical
no words of tomorrow
we sit hand in hand
father
daughter
trees breezed
children chimed
like wedding bells
no sorrow
sky, sky blue
clouds, cotton
and cozy
sun warm
Apollo's orb
standing still
we swayed
the pumpkin
to and fro
pocket change
falling
sinking
into playground sand
I've searched the sand
a thousand times
no glitter of nickel
no clanging of copper
searching
never finding you
