poison ivy on her ankles
she cries and kicks like
the world is coming to an

the end hasn’t come yet

she flooded the bar
who knew that by throwing
a baton in the air a
faucet turned enough
to make the water flow

not in the sink but
on the counter a
waterfall on my art desk

she tried to tell me
there was water
I asked her if she
wanted watermelon

she walked away and
brought back a wet hand
My adult brain caught
up to the toddler brain
as I jumped up to see

where she got the cup
of water from. Twas no cup
but a faucet that sprang
a leak from my eyes

There are longer days
ahead this week

2 thoughts on “Water Melon

Any thoughts on the above post are appreciated! Otherwise, I think I must be living under a rock.

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