Today's prompt is to write a 'golden shovel' poem. That is, taking a poem, in this case - 'Watermelons' by Charles Simic (from the proffered choices) and using it as scaffolding to write a poem by having a word of it at the end of every line. So, you can read it by reading the last word of every line of your poem!
Watermelons - Charles Simic
Green Buddhas
On the fruit stand.
We eat the smile
And spit out the teeth.
Saturday
We hope in green,
sit cross-legged in parks like modern Buddhas
inhaling the day, trying to focus on
the gold beneath, the laughter, the
moments that bring the ripe fruit
of living to our lips. This is it. Time to make a stand,
test plans. We won't live forever. We
tilt our heads skywards, bask in sun, eat
ideas like grapes, burp mistakes. The
world is our feast. The world is a big fat smile
beckoning. No need to stop and
wait, prep, deliberate. Let's make a pact, spit
on it and shake. Get on out
there. Everything is possible, believe the
hype. And when we smile, show teeth.
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