Lemons

Ah, I’m so full,

Wrapper and napkins; remnants of my favorite muffin,

Sinking back into the corner of the booth,

A smile stretches across my face,

My stomach is on the verge of exploding, but I like it,

I look outside from under the cool shade ,

It’s sunny outside and just the same inside,

The perfect breeze carrying the scent of hyacinths,

And it waltzes with the leaves,

Small birds flutter with sunlight scintillating of their backs,

My, look at the time, it flies so quickly,

I grimace as I walk under the sun’s rays,

The refulgent rays are all of a sudden too bright,

I stomp up the stairs and fumble with the house keys,

I kick off my shoes and open all the blinds,

In my room,



It’s waiting for me,

The sun shines gloomily on my desk,

I pile of papers waiting to be written on,

A pen to be gripped until midnight,

But I don’t mind today,



I’ll look forward to tomorrow,

After all, I like lemons sour.