Zebra squashes

Little green squashes        
striped and full
Pink cars      
and the trains
rocket across the bridge
      
Far below on sandbars of time      
exposed in the heat of the summer Sun
Bursting with the crawling
guttersnipes of the river bed        

Will they crack open,
spew out their black seed
      Come, turn the earth.
        
Stolen moments of time
when the river dried        
Is there water there
shall the buffalo foul?
      
who eats the pink crocodile
stuffed in the melon