Saturday, September 7, 2013

19 poets read from SGVPQ 59

Denise Walsh

the only way to eat watermelon
is outside, in July, barefooted
dangling your legs over the side of the porch
the fruit cut into ripe red  wedges
holding it in two hands
eating from the inside out
its extravagant sweet flesh
turning to liquid in your mouth
all the way down to the white rind
spitting seeds at your brothers
through gap-toothed watermelon grins
tasting summer, knowing it will last.

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