The Price Of Lemonade Poem by Alice Evans

One April evening I was thirsty,
For I'd picked flowers in the fields all afternoon
Until the sun slanted long shadows from the trees.

You sold lemonade. 'How much? ' I asked.
'A kiss, ' you answered.
I bit my lip and thought.
Then I drank.

You beckoned to the door.
Sudden shyness struck me dumb -
But I followed
And your tender price was paid.

Love, you smile to me still with sweet audacity,
And on my mouth yet
I taste your April lemonade
And soft spring kiss.