Summer Rundown 2: Rainbow Watermelon

On the surface
you
meet watermelon expectations:
football-sized,
rattlesnake-mottled,
silver and green.

But
you
have
a muddy history.
Unclear, uncertain,
leaving me questions
with
invisible answers.
What is your
heritage?
The trader told me
you
were a
Native American heirloom.

True or not,
you
certainly are
rustic.

Rustic:
crunchy coarse
rust-colored flesh,
seeds gathered up in your center,
sweeter
and more
watermelon-y
than your refined
cousins.

I know no other
place to
find
you.
I must save
your
flat black
seeds.
I must keep
you
alive.

Comments

Wendy said…
Loving this series of posts! Beautiful words and spectacular produce. Clever, clever you.

Hope you're settling into the new place. :)
Anonymous said…
A beautiful post and wonderful how you have pared the words down so succinctly!
Christina said…
Wendy: Aw, shucks. Thanks! We're settling in, slowly but surely. I hope your autumn is going well.

Freya: Thank you! I wanted to do something a little different with these posts. I appreciate your kind words.

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