lemonade (for gen)

after our outdoor lavender bath
she had gone lemon picking
and I ensconced in letters and liz

she comes waltzing in the kitchen
split stance
chin jutted forwards
eyes shining
mirth dancing teasingly across her face
because we know we are
communicating in our own language

golden brown skin
salt curled hair
dark blue denim dress
that ties at the nape of her neck

'talk about utility value' she says
as she plucks a lemon from
one big pocket
'ONE LEMON'
flourish and exclaim
'THREE LEMONS'
flourish and exclaim
'FIVE LEMONS'
can you beleive it?
that dress paid for itself in pockets

in moments
in laughter, lemonade and shining eyes