Watermelon, just enough hydration to
get your body, enough sugar
to get your heart, stickiness
to snag your mind,

and I’m just enough rind to still be there
once you dare to take a bite. You’re so
summer, that I keep creeping up,
open roads that could use a little fuel, board

with a dash of give where I can kick
my feet up, grass all blended for me to
inhale the practice field. Let’s
try, let’s play. End of sentence, no

games. Mutual referees, blow the whistle
any time. Cooler filled with orange slices,
just enough rind to still ring true even midst
this season’s most sparkling nights.