Kid's Art from Margaret at Imaginary garden
I remember those days
when mom would buy
a red ripe watermelon
tested as appropriate
for sonorous sound
clapped incentively
at its zebra butt
we, kids could receive
the couple of crusts
strictly alerted
to eat only red part
the rest – leave for pigs
and use the knives
to avoid the perleches.
I could follow
watermelon sweet juice
the whole day…
