A Day for Watermelon
by Johnny Rustywire
Hot summer day :..
The taste of fully ripe watermelon,
cooled to the touch.
Plates and forks
lain out on the table
Watermelon sounding crisp and fresh
when you cut into it.
One slice to my son,
one slice to my daughter,
one slice to my wife,
one slice to me.
We sit on steps outside,
eating this thing that is called
in our native tongue
"the thing you have to keep chewing and chewing,
because you can't get enough."
It is so good.
It brings back the taste of good times,
freshness and simple pleasures.
It restores the soul on a hot day.
rustywire
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