Bold round watermelon
ripe
as a woman’s breast.
Born in
the deserts of Africa
placed
in tombs of pharaohs
as sustenance
in the afterlife.

Succulent, luscious, watery,
icebox
growing on a green vine,
crimson sweet
pretty black beads for seeds
jubilee,
the best part is in the middle,
allsweet
subtle thirst quencher, slake.

Red juicy green baby
slice it
it falls apart revealing
half moon
dripping on my white dress
crumbly
quenching my thirst
on my lips
i can taste the summer.

Salsa, cool drink, smoothie
fruit salad
every bit of it is very much
a delicacy
vivid pink flesh, simple sweet
Agua Fresca
fresh, cold and straightforward
sounds of summer
crunch, slurp, yum and gulp.
moons and stars
every summer i wait for you.

Reshma Ramesh
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