Cantaloupe tastes like my mom taking me to the park when I was a kid

She would buy a container of it from the store on the way and have it

Open on the bench next to her while we played

Back and forth,

Back and forth

From the slide to the bench

From the swings to the bench

From the monkeybars, to the bench

To munch on the crisp juicy melon

Cantaloupe tastes like running around in the sprinkler with all the other kids who didn’t have a pool

It tastes like wandering a little too far off by the handball courts

Where shirtless boys cursed and blasted music

It tastes like bickering with my siblings

It tastes like throwing the bouncy ball into the bushes

It tastes like having weird conversations with kids you just met

Like grassy happiness and rubber padded glee

But it tasted better then