Melon Rot

A melon sits in a dark deserted room
slow it changes to silt—mold
grows random pock marks.

Inside an inner pocket
lint from your grandmother.

What happens when you don’t care
when squash turns to puddle?

We walk under purple cumulus clouds
dark, like a melon speaks—
change, ubiquitous in worm territory.

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