Melon Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Mellon

Five years was between us
He knew how to live, I was child

Like always, that day, he
Took me out; held the leash

We ended in market
In mass were fruits and vegetables

He ordered a Garmak or melon
With a knife was offered after weighed

Slices he cut, ate and gave me
The seller was happy to have seeds and skin

That is how the life worked in childhood
Things have changed as movies, Hollywood

Now living in cold land of North Pole
Melon is like a show, Broadway, New York

I feel bad for skin and the seeds
Best way out, if I buy, is to take, have it, eat.