waiting for lemonade

Sheltered by shadowlines

I am tucked away

Bead of sweat travels from my temple

To the low curve of my jaw

Waiting for lemonade


Tear in the brown paper bag

Crumpled and creased

At  my elbow

Lemon yellow peeks through

Fingernail to citrus and the air erupts

Unexpected breeze like a kiss

Brings the heaven scent home


©Leigh-Anne Fraser 2011


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