I sever the watermelon
Into two monstrous halves.
Stow one at the bottom of the fridge
While the other is mine.
I take it outside and sit seiza
Under the clear blue sky.
Sucking on the pulp and
Spitting the seeds on the lawn.
(Red juice murk snaps over bright blue veins)
Sucking pulp
And spit
Then suck
And spit
Suck
Spit.
Until the seeds in the grass
Shine like beetle shells.
Hundreds, it seems, until
A diving magpie chewing and, smiling,
Takes some away.
And I think the worst because
It looks like they are moving.
