Written 10.4.2008  This one has been a long time coming, and is for my friend. I promised her a poem but I waited for the words to come. I hope she likes it.


She is sweet, like that lemonade we made one summer,
with the lemons we bought
on the side of the road
in a brown paper bag: impossibly yellow and
as sweet as this girl,
and that’s what she makes me think of when she smiles.
Summertime and lemons that surprise
with their sweetness
and brightness and flash and color
filling up a room, earnest and untainted.


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