On the steps of the neighbors’ house
Sit the kids and their watermelon.
With streams of juice trickling down their chins.
Suddenly those small black seeds
Start flying through the air.
A game begins amongst good friends,
As summer ends just to begin again.
Sit the kids and their watermelon.
With streams of juice trickling down their chins.
Suddenly those small black seeds
Start flying through the air.
A game begins amongst good friends,
As summer ends just to begin again.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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