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In the Kitchen
October 26, 2010
I pour myself some of my mother's iced tea,
and it tastes like late July on the porch swing with you,
stifling hot
under the cool eaves,
holding the sweating glasses
as we prop our feet on the railing
and let our words sweeten the tea.
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I don't need a rose. I want a daisy you picked for my hair. I don't want some fancy box of chocolate. I want a pink frosting cookie you made just for me. Lets skip the upscale restaraunt and have a picnic in the park.
great imagery, it feels like summer...or the memory of summer
Either way, i like it
you say a lot with only a few words, and it makes quite an impact on the reader because it is so vivid