Lemonade
Our ice was melting
in the mid-afternoon sun,
as we stood holding hands -
waiting for someone,
anyone to stop.
But they didn't bother
to slow their pace in the heat of July -
never noticing your curly locks
blowing in the hot summer breeze.
I didn't mind -
for you were there
beside me, laughing away the day's hot breath -
as we waited, holding hands.