Some of the phrases were from other poetry, so if you recognize anything, it's not mine.
A melon strolling down the sidewalk, self conscious from looking at the stars.
Wandering to the neon fruit market, he sees avocados.
"Hello my brothers." He whispers to the watermelons.
Eyeing the grocery boys, not wanting to be found,
He steals away silently into the night, with a prayer for the fruits.