From And Don’t Come Back, 2021.
A Beautiful Day
the rind saved
to make into pickles
the rest of the watermelon
now a picnic memory
the tide come in
the level of the water
blotting out the beach
Sunburned and the plaid blanket
just a little wet. Wring it out
the four of diamonds
left behind on the sand
floating out to sea. Let it go
let’s climb up the dune.
Amore, this was a beautiful day.
1/2/20
Amore! 🙂 To beautiful days!
Yes. The word seemed just right here in this poem. For all parts of it and for such days as this and the people we spend them with.