I know how you feel, watermelon

You’ve been pushed to the back of the store

Because you’re no longer sellin’

No one wants you anymore

You’ve been supplanted by pumpkins and gourds

Isn’t that something

A lush, refreshing fruit replaced by a squash that has no natural spice

Watermelon: no one carves you with a knife

You were once beloved at pool parties

You boast the beauty of Barbies

Pink and green, oh what a scene

Now you’re in the shade of a cardboard box, in the meat aisle of all places

How could the end of summer be so tasteless

But on a cloudy, cool, rainy September day

I have to say

I was looking at fall décor

Grateful for the shift of seasons

I sweated a lot this summer through all my pores

I’m not grieving for you, watermelon

You served me well after long runs

But now it’s time for pumpkins

You sit in that box like a felon in a cell

Till next summer, watermelon, farewell