Backyard Picnic
We ate the watermelon right down
into the rind
even though Mom said it might
give us a belly ache.
But the cold, the crisp
antidote to summer
added that one chord of
bitterness to make it sweet.
The seeds were missiles.
"Dad started it!"
we alibied when scolded.
And then the picnic table tipped over
'cause we forgot and
sat down all at once
on the downhill side!
Lucky we had already ate,
'cause the food and plates
and all of us ended
tangled up together
on the smiling grass.
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