sticky melon
skipping
stones
bouncing
on the water
leaving
ripples
sun glaring
in our eyes
grass
green and soft
beneath our
blistered and
calloused feet
sweet
and sticky
melon
trailing down our
chins
bugs
buzzing around
our heads
as daylight
dims
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