Watermelon

Child, if you care to remember

this world, this life

you dream like a path

of certain distance quickly

walked and centered on a hill,

if you care to open it like

watermelon in summer

or like a prayer box

bearing a constellation of crosses

and sunsets, I hope

you consider your father,

his overtures to death

his music, and like sunlight

through the sprinkler

on a simple greening lawn,

his smile.


Kyle Kimberlin
2009