fiery red watermelon
licks at the stars
where the bubbly water drips
and spins out its web.
never a stronger smell
of burnt marshmallows or itchy jumpers
did the cacophonous symphony join.
coiled rope unfurls
beneath the citrusy breeze and
spreads over the dry grass
like icing sugar on an old map.
the map will take You there,
where the coffee beans crunch
and hot syrup flows from tangled hair.
the metal shavings glint in egg yolk sun
ivory figures embark on a walk
with popcorn pelting down.
delighted feet skip up, hop up
sticky sunscreen on scratchy sand
beaded water on silver lashes
whilst a twangy tune steals
the crunch from the leaves.
lying on elephant rugs, slurping
from swirly straws, and the
lazy yaps sap the boiled mirage
of its hazelnuts and strength.
gypsies dance the cotton balls away,
floating on a celestial lake
above the misty valley.
days drag on like wrinkled alfoil;
surface multiplied irrevocably.
We can go there, You and i.