The Last Honeydew Poem by Donal Mahoney
The Last Honeydew
On the way home from work
I buy the last honeydew
in the window at Meyers.
Tonight the wife
will cut it in half
and with elbow bent
scoop the pulp
like ice cream
from its golden shell.
She will savor its juices
as I do the cherries
on the sundaes of her breasts.
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