finding love

I knock
on the melon, onto
the green
and white striped side.
it's thick with spring
coming into summer.
I look
at the label
to see where
it was grown, where
it's come from.
I turn it in the stack
and knock again,
look at another
and wonder.
finally, I pick it
up, settling on it's
size and weight.
i put it into
the cart, still not
sure if it's going
to be sweet or not
when I get it home
and slice it apart.
we'll see. we always
do.