Juice running down the arms,
Dripping off the elbows,
Times outdoors on green lush grass,
When cutting a whole watermelon
Was an event.
The wettest of foods, we know the
Moment its cut,
The right color of red
How good it will be.
The colder the better, at least when
Its hot.
Letting the soaked, cold, sweetness
Of it delight all my cells
Down to the water system it runs,
A gift to the kidneys and its
Same element partner, the bladder.
Nourished and peed, now is the time
To make teeth.
Out of the white of the rind,
A new look comes to mind.
By Patricia
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