Frost hit the squash leaves last night,
and began the autumn melt. The fledgling
squashes have little time left. Tomatoes—

forget about them. They’ve been eager
for the earth since their hard, round
seeds were planted in the spring. All

summer, their leaves curled around,
and pointed at the ground. The zucchini
at least attempts to reach skyward,

as if in praise of something worthy.

—Anita K. Boyle