CC Mercer Watson
24x14.5 with white margin
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Juanita sits where her lover died,
Her tears warp the wood,
Petrified,
Like her heart inside,
He was hung from the limbs,
So she chopped down the tree,
And communes with the dead in the cool of the breeze,
Saline and sun and soil and soul,
On to her watermelon she tightly holds,
An offering for her love,
Before he died,
She swallowed the seeds,
And in three seasons,
Their babies came to be,
The fruit,
The offspring,
The cyclical nature of life,
In the spot where one died,
In the place where she cries,
A ghost,
A scarecrow of a lover,
The irony,
How both of them hang,
Juanita, in spite of her pain,
Lifts her head in praise,
Kissed by the rays of the sun,
She cradles her fruit,
Like she will cradle her young,
Birth them on the stump where their father was killed,
New slices of fruit,
His seed will live,
What hate separated,
Couldn’t stop what was inseminated,
Aubade onyx ancestor veneration,
Juanita sitting pretty and watermelanated.