Cantaloupe

 

the gigantic planet that rolled into

   sight amidst countless comparables

   across the counter of the fruttivendolo

 

its decidedly contiguous net of crust

   a braille sun and water imprinted

   for the likes of those thirsty for flesh

 

sliced in half daybreaks

   pale orange life inside lime haloes

   scent promising sweetest flows

 

and suddenly a self-made bowl

   90% water 10% incomparable

   tender presence fanta soup

 

cantaloupe a set of syllables looping

   cantering in the air

   of this one and only world