a lemon in your coke
bitter, tangy, bubbly, sweet
his eyes were light and he wiggles his feet.
who knew a fruit in bubbles dark
could confuse the tongue while you sit at the park?
all he knew was life is good
when you’re grandmother’s purse has popped its hood
you can not fret while your belly’s full
ask the heart of stuffed seagull
and as he smiled and thought his thoughts
he cared no more that his brother’d been caught
and sent to the pin where the tough boys go
because life is that way, and winds they blow . . .