An autumnal morning
a week before Halloween,
the deck saturated with dew.
I place a pumpkin
on the outdoor table,
newly cleaned in preparation.
Later the painters remove it
to make way for their MacDonald’s lunch.
I leave it sitting on the deck,
amid the Saltillo tiles
airing out their stinky stain,
waiting their turn on the project list.
Waiting for restoration,
we are all waiting
for restoration.