for eighteen years,
day and night, effortly.
On a foggy night,
the melon fled the farm quietly...
The melon came back years later,
but the farmer was too old to care for it.
The farmer even couldn’t remember it.
She didn’t have much time to taste
the bittersweet,
because she was toothless
or because the melon was
too sweet to be swallowed.
A Farmer and A Melon (2024)
A flash fiction between me
and my grandma