The sun: lemon-bitter custard.
Rain falls like fizzy lemonade
sticky sugar coats the parade
in yellow, marchers in mustard.
Convertibles raise yellow tops
to show off gold undercarriage.
Gold and sugar make their marriage
while I'm dreaming of lemon drops.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
Lemon Drops
Labels:
poetry,
redondilla
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