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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