Early this morning on the beach
frequented by wandering canines,
joggers and hungry seagulls,
fifty feet from the crashing waves,
round and untouched on the ivory sand
were three whole watermelons,
one-hundred feet apart.
My dog and I wonder
from where came these titanic fruits
so out of place, so bizarre,
so begging to be sliced open,
so starved for attention.
We pivot around and resume our walk
down the beach towards the espresso stand
where I will order two shots
as if this were any ordinary day.
Causes Diana Raab Supports
Journaling, Writing for Healing, American Foundation For Suicide Prevention,