A Watermelon Day

3 April 2014

Today was a watermelon day,

and the air was as soft and as crisp as a

giant peach not yet bruised and I was

James.

Today was a watermelon day,

because the shell was tougher to sink my teeth into than was the

flesh.

I always loved a good watermelon, I

say from within my urn;

in my car-seat in the way, way back I'd

dreamt too often of crunching every watermelon beneath my untied sneaker and

chomping down the shell with triangular teeth.

And today I drive myself to the market and watch---

wistfully---

as the price of watermelons rises.

It is a pretty penny I do not have to my name.

Yesterday was a watermelon day and I spat on the ground.

Reviews

[Chris]

Seems life has a price of "admission" - and take that word in ALL senses of its meaning.

We've sooo much and yet so little to have anymore.