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Day 5- 9.21.20

A Certain Likeness


Using a teaspoon to scoop

the mound of seeds from the belly

of a ripe cantaloupe

is much like digging a hole

at the beach.


First, there's the mess,

whether sand, shell, and shovel or

spoonfuls of slime and seeds

wrapped in a tangled net of

orange meat.


Next, the mess gives way

in a moment of surrender and

a shallow pool of liquid makes itself known.


It's a surprise, somehow,

each and every time.


What other secret bounties sleep,

hidden below? And if I asked,

would you dig for them with me?


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