//A quick-draw on a summer-y poem.//


The man climbing the hill.

The man bent double, hiding a watermelon.

The city below.

The man and the melon above the city.

The man slicing the melon on a stump.

The melon falling open.

The melon a deep red. Liquor rushing out.

The man eating the heart of the melon.

The man holding the rind. The rind holding nothing.

The man at twilight, descending alone.

The man in the city. The hill empty.

The empty melon rind on the stump.

The melon attended to by bees.


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