May/June 2020 • Vol. XLII No. 3 Nature’s Nature 2020 |

Watermelon

Evening drive on the back roads, you passed an uncarved Watermelon left on a picnic table and because you argued With your love before, you wanted to go back to Granny’s counter, Watermelons in the summer, where you and your brother argued Over the pinking fruit, spilling its juice on the wood. She’d Buy one just for y’all, Papa’s tenor from the parlor, no liver arguing With his body then. We try to leave our mess far from reach, A whole green and speckled world for raccoons to argue Noses into seeds, hidden from our hours. There are colors For this tearing in memory. Something red, something bruised. Arguing Was always more your art than chalking the smudged light of woods. Why listen to One, two, three . . . base on Cole, if you can’t argue For your hands splashed with watercolors, paper airplanes, and tag-you’re-it, The time you broke his marker, oil staining the canvases, anything left of his unargued?

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By Stephanie Burt

Evening drive on the back roads, you passed an uncarved Watermelon left on a picnic table and because you argued With your love before, you wanted to go back to […]

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