Today’s clear skies reflect in your eyes
heavenly hues into clear shallows
lined with white sand blazing
with sunshine, then, out of the blue,
transported by the smell of sunblock,
I fly across the yellow brick road
from the land of watermelon pickle,
sweet corn and sunflowers,
to an Arizona pool before the rain,
a margarita on a tray, the whole
enchilada soaked in chile verde
hot sauce, a spicy zest for life,
today lost in memory’s total eclipse.
Inspired by a Paint Chip prompt
Where I was, vs. where I thought I was
....Bilocalalia.... 
The place comparison worked really well with these words. 🙂 I’m curious about watermelon pickles. I’m not sure if I ever tried one.
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Pickled watermelon rind is a US Southern staple. It tastes a bit like sweet pickles.
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