A hot summer day
the brooklyn air
hangs heavy
all around me
Lemonade in hand
I cross the street
to Pinapple Lady
She sits there every saterday
at her cute
little table
'one pinnapple slice please'
'of course! ' as i'm handed the pinapple
The juice runs down
my chin
the sour fruit
so refreshing
'see you know next saterday! No? '
the old women smiles
Yeah! i smile back
This is what I like about summer
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