Stoop Gourds

(Inspired by an Instagram of Sam Kusnetz)

I wandered lonely past a stoop
In Carroll Gardens, heading towards
The F train, when I saw a group
Of white and orange autumn gourds!
With two or three on every stair
They sat in deep contentment there.

So now, whene'er depressed I am
My mind's perplexed, my spirits droop,
I can look up the Instagram
And think back on that Brooklyn stoop.
My heart feels joy beyond all words
And sits among the autumn gourds.

This is part of the collection Verses for the Information Age by Ernest Davis