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

Published by Leigh-Anne Fraser

writer, poet, photographer, artist, illustrator, knitter,friend and fine pancake flipper View more posts

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