Lemonade by Angela Peach

Lemonade

by Angela Peach

The summer sun

beats sticky on my back

as I strain to lift my hand.

I smell the exhaust

and you back out of my life

and I wave my iron will.

My tight-lipped smile

locks with key the words

I know I'll say.

Off you go to conquer life,

in I go for lemonade.