Green-Striped Melons - Jane Hirshfield


 They lie
under stars in a field. 
They lie under rain in a field.
Under sun.

Some people
are like this as well-
like a painting
 hidden beneath another painting.

An unexpected weight
the sign of their ripeness.

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