Making Lemons
by Maureen Ucles
Lemonade
sitting by the stand
please come forth
with your acidity
ph factor
so sour, sour, sourful
Lemonade sitting in the sunlight
not too tart
not too sweet
better than Country Time
Hand made
over time
squeezed, squeezed
guts and all
juiced and filled
with zest
Lemonade, Lemonade
how many lemons are you?
Replete with a few seeds
that escaped the squeeze
ice chilling
almost ready
to freeze
while you juice
I muse
peer into...
Lemonade, Lemonade
was it worth it all?
you are gone
spent
peels thrown in the trash
the blood, sweat and tears?
So many years
yet...
impaled
torn
breached
yet
so
sweet
Lemonade, Lemonade
can you make it here?
Can you make it there?
Does anyone ever
seem to care?
Winds blowing
Breeze showing
Me knowing...
I
like you,
making
Lemonade
Lemonade
giving it up--
releasing the fear
hey,
never know
new frontier
prancing and dancing
seeing
through crystal prisms
different
views
doors, window
closed, opened
my
souls a searching
me perching
lookin' in
Ain't no sin
Just drinking it up
my life
my lemonade
Ahhh!
Hits the spot!
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