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.