All Hallows Eve

A bit of haiku

grinning / mouth month
pumpkin pie / sliced / slashed
gone // all swallowed
For some reason all those back slashes remind me of a title There's a Trick with a Knife I'm Learning to Do: Poems, 1963-1978 by Michael Ondaatje. Not that pumpkins have anything to do with those poems -- it's just that knife that sticks in the imagination.

And so for day 277