Watermelon in a Pool

Lounging in aqua cool
the color of the grass

bobbing at the coax
of submerged hands

In gray shadows-
a blubbering
blob churning,
like a babyís smooth belly.
Itís hollow down below
in goopy silence.

"Pat, Pat, your place isÖ.plush."

"But Iíve got my problems too Bob:
bourbon, those boat bills, burgeoning gout.
Care for more soup?"

A bee zipping
above the question,
the thrushing wind,
the intermittent clink
of construction nearby,
and an anchor woman droning the news
on CNN.