Pinnapple Lady Poem by Annie Janine

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