Watermelon Days
The green rind
of the two-wheeler
remembers
Anne & Louis
with legs splayed.
They scream and laugh
as they race downhill,
then his feet with friction
still
the excitement, as
he turns around and faces
her, above the watermelon
cache. The kickstand
in place, as he plants
a kiss on Anne’s closed lips.
Famished, their transport
would be easy eats -
retiring would require
a walk to the farmer’s market.
They opt for training wheels,
as well - oranges are sweet
forbearance.
6/29/2022
Contest: A Watermelon Fantasy Ride To Feed My Imagination
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
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