Lemonade Poem by Gary Scott Gebert

Lemonade

Rating: 3.5


Our ice is melting
in the mid-afternoon sun,
as we stood, holding hands
waiting for someone -
anyone to stop.

But they didn't,
just passed by in the July heat -
never minding your curly locks
blowing in the summer breeze.

I didn't mind -

for you were there
beside me, smiling away the day's hot breath -
as we waited, holding hands.

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Gary Scott Gebert

Gary Scott Gebert

Milwaukee, WI
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