Thursday, April 26, 2012

Pink Lemonade Lip Gloss

Pink Lemonade Lip Gloss

I feel the hot dusty wind in my hair
as I ride my shiny red bike
to the corner drugstore

I browse through the latest 45 records
and remember
sun-filled younger days playing jump rope and jacks

Grade school friends
enjoying 35 cent cafeteria lunches
and 50 cent Saturday matinees

The counter feels smooth and cool
as I pull an ice cold vanilla shake through my
red and white striped straw

My prized Pink Lemonade Lip Gloss
 in a small paper bag I hold
close by my side

Poem by Judy Wood Fall 2011
Pastel Drawing by Jean Hildebrant