I broke open
delicious sweet watermelon rind
scattered across a sidewalk
blood red, flesh pink
down the city streets melting
in the hot hot sun
with black seeds bursting
sliding in the wet-ness
aching to come forth and

break open into the earth
green vines tumbling out
making a mockery of the dust
gaining strength within new soil
planting a testament
open breaking isn’t bloody
disregarded on a sidewalk
it’s an explosion
a secret garden growing deep
deep
d
e
e
p.

 

Copyright 2012, Laurie Works, all rights reserved.

 

“There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.” -Leonard Cohen

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