A weary scarecrow
 
guards the last watermelon
 
clinging to the vine.

 
 
 

My cousin and I
 
see who can spit the farthest—
 
watermelon seeds.

 
 
 

six watermelons
 
floating in icy water—
 
I pick the fattest

 
 
 

Fat and ripe and sweet,
 
a green-skinned watermelon
 
cracks and leaks its juice.

Watermelon

 
 
 

one machete blow
 
splitting the watermelon—
 
sweet crimson river

Rivers

 
 
 

one blow of a knife
 
splitting the watermelon—
 
crimson rivers flow

Feast

 
 
 

iced watermelon
 
and buttered corn on the cob—
 
a summertime feast