Watermelon Seed

autumn approaches
in a car horn
in a drop of wind

storm in
window complaint
escape with one smudge

gone, evaporated, dandelion
drift of
flour on the

roller beneath
sunset-dial of
rust-made

clenched-jaw
line
up and down

up and down
on the piano scale
in search of a perfect

fit of shapes
in the allotted slots
of watermelon, the

paper
folds in, exact
finding pieces

un-puzzling
locations
building a distinction among

landscapes, finally a
mountain
rolls in and drapes

a lavender grape
over a closed toiled bowl,
clothed human in

t-shirt and
khakis, walking
to the bank, then
to you

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