Generation loss of a happy moment—
sun and grass, watermelon smiles
loop back
cut the noise
record, lets try that again.
Static glows from her head
and pitch shifts her voice
(the one you almost forgot)
when she pulls you in and says
“smile for the camera!”—
red juice drips off your chin
as you jostle pink meat
against white teeth and full cheeks;
beaming at a little red light
beaming like a little sun.
Generation loss of a happy moment—
sun nd grss, watermlon smils
loop back
cut the noise
record, lets try that again.
© Nancy Botta, 2019
Rusted Honey 
I don’t understand it but I really want to.
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Outstanding.
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I am back at a family picnic many years ago, seeing the watermelon eating all over again with my brothers and cousins.
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Hi Nancy, just dropped by to say thank you for following me. I hope what I write touches your heart like yours has touched mine.
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Excellent work. You make me want to be more more daring in my own writing, : )
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I love the beat of this poem. Your dramatic use of word, phrase, and grammar give it a richness that replicates the technique of a camera operator zooming in to a particular feature.
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